I can't stand the sight of your handsome face.
I can't stand the way you fill up every space
in my mind.
I can't stand that fact that, time after time,
I have to come to terms with the fact you're not mine.
I can't stand the fact that when you're away,
I imagine your voice - all the things you would say.
I can't stand the fact I don't know you at all,
But I really can't stand that I love you, most of all.
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