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Jun 2020
I want to talk, but I won't.
Why? Because I'm scared.
Of what? I don't know.
Yeah, it's pretty weird.

I want to call you, but I won't
Why? I don't want to bother you.
Yes, I'm sure I will, that I know.
I'd rather be lonely that annoy you.

I want to be friends, but I won't.
Why? There's no point.
You want to be friends? Don't.
Why? All I do is disappoint.
Written by
Artūr Karagezian
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