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You still think of him, even though he's broke your heart before

And then you told me you no longer love me...

Imagine

Imagine

I always miss you.

My mind is now thinking about the night.

But I keep thinking about it.

I have a not so good habit, I constantly think about him

I have a not so good habit, I constantly think about him

The mind seems to think of something

Please feel sorry for me.

Miss you miss you

I always think about you because I miss meeting you, miss love.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

But there is a heart, so sad and thoughtful_afraid of being broken, believing in words of supplication_sweet and good, it should be regretted, but becomes sorrow

The mind still misses, never recovers