A little poem

I have cursed to world so many times for the fact that you exist

Not because I hate you, but for the exact opposite (reason)

And I know the one to blame is only me

But how could I?

It's just all that you are and all that you do

that makes you kind of perfect, you see?

- Written by me

(there might be some grammar mistakes in the poem, but it's about the message after all. :))

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