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"he '.v just like everybody else" "he's not" i yell, "he's different".

but tell me what makes you so different, why am i so convinced on believing you are better, so- so much better when you leave me no choice but to believe you aren't, you've grown trees in my heart, ensuring i couldn't love anybody else but you. i cannot cut those trees down, perhaps that is why you grew them, you wanted me to be so inevitably and deeply in love with you. why couldn't you love me back, why must you have to leave without a word, and return the same way.