I hate the fact that you hate me. Hey!!wait,I hate the fact that I still love you. Like a weekend,my heart fell for you. Never did you take the time to know me,my heart, yes my heart. You never took the time to see its Messi like sweetness it had for you. The sounds it would pour to your heart like a last minute goal in a World Cup match. Like an arsenal win, I fought but all in vain but as young as the Chelsea squad I keep it for the future champions league trophy. I call it-time Zone.
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