love

It hurts when somebody else makes you happy
It hurts when somebody else gives you surprise
It hurts when somebody else makes you smile
It hurts when somebody else wipes your tears
It hurts when somebody else console
It hurts when you look for other shoulders to cry
It hurts even more if I am the reason for it.
And I keep saying million times to myself that it’s not love at all.

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