Your hair. Your smile. Your eyes.
Your voice. Your words.
Your height. Your heart. Your body.
Your lough.
Your jokes. Your clothes.
You.
But the problem is, whenever we talk, I fall in love
over and over again.
And I know;
I'll never be good enough for you.
I'll never be good enough for you.
But I love you, Idiot.
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