You once told me that people get what they deserve.
What is given is received in turn.
But what have I done to deserve the look you give me on a warm day.
What have I done to merit the type of calm, that only you seem to provide.
You tell me that you are not good enough.
But I think the opposite is true.
That what compromises us, is more than half of you.
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