Every time you tell me to eat, or to sleep, or you seem care to me, i must remind myself that you do that not only to me. That I’m not that special and it’s just your kind gesture to all people.

I must realize that you’re just trying to be nice and i should have not get my hopes up again.

I must know. This voice inside of me keep telling me that you’re two timing me and i deserve more.

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