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You're to Blame

It's not my fault,
that I sit up and cry.
Missing you,
and wishing you'd die.
I hate you so much,
for everything you've done.
Holding and kissing me,
making me believe you were the one.
I can't stand you at all.
I don't like hearing your name.
It's not my fault.
You're the one to blame.

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