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Special Enemy

You are special to me
You are my sweet heart
You are my enemy
You were my heart beat
You are my stress
You taught me a lot of things
You taught me to survive
You taught me to stand up for me
You made me cry
You made me smile
You understood my cravings
You fought for me
You bullied me
You gave me confidence
You helped me face the world
You are a rarity
You are a jerk
You gave a lot of memories
You gave me pain
You made me feel good
You held me tight when i wanted to leave
And left me all of a sudden
Missing you is one part
You are too much into me
To let it go easily
I will be over you
Like many others things
But you are always a memory
To make me cry and smile
Maybe Its for the good
And I am happy for you

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