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I'm imperfect.

I'm all to blame.
Making you feeling so stressed and troubled.
I'm sorry, I don't know how to be right.
Maybe ending will means perfection.

No, I don't wanna let you go.
But, it will be more perfect that way.
I don't deny my feelings is there.
Yet, I couldn't bear to give you anymore pain.

I'll rather suffer in silence than to bring you pain.
I'm not good enough for you.
I'm not even close to perfection.
But I just want you near me so badly.

What else can I do?
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