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you may break my heart and I may let you

I may run away and you may chase me

we may work and we may not

but sooner or later I have to start to fight for what feels right and not out of spite from the kiss of a perfect night but because you've become a light that somehow started to ignite a passionate plight that finds a way to be polite?

maybe you're the love of my life. or maybe you'll cut through my heart with a knife.

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