You
You know me like no other
You feel me like no other
You love me like no other
You hurt me like no other
You make me happy
You make me smile
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me ache
You make me at times want to die
You stab me in the back
You sell me out
You kill my hopes and dreams
But yet, I always run to you
Why does it always have to be about you?
From now on, it's about me

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