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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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