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The more you lost, the more I gave.

I became everything you needed,

Fixing it all, making it better—

You never even missed what was gone.

I stayed up all night,

Then again,

And again.

I wanted to say I was tired,

But you were tired too.

Every blow I’ve taken isn’t mine—

They’re yours.

How dare I even think of giving up?

If you can keep going like this… so can I.

Except I can’t.

And I won’t.

And I don’t want to.

So “I give up”

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