The more she fell for him, the more he didn't.
The tighter she held on, the more he let go.
The more she counted on him, the more he disappointed.
The more he meant to her the more he was unperplexed.
She still fought on because sometimes love means never giving up.
Love meant never giving up. That's a WoW:)
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