Standing.

I'm not knocking your door actually.
Not even calling you.
I just... Standing infront here. Infront of the door.
Waiting. Without you noticed it.
I don't want to call you. I don't want to tell you that I'm here.
I just don't know how.
Because I've tried before.
Its kinda awful thing I ever felt. It worst man.
I ever felt like giving up.
But I can't. I don't want. I love you.
Hey. Come out. And know that I'm waiting for you.
I can't beat them.
I know I can't.
I'm not a perfect person. I'm nothing.
But I know.
I can be the best for you.
I just wanna be with you.
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