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Who do I listen to?

My brain keeps telling me I did the right thing
My brain keeps telling me it was never gonna work
We were never gonna work
My brain keeps telling me to let it go
To say goodbye
My brain keeps telling me it’s over
But my heart, boy my heart
It keeps telling me to love you
It keeps questioning my actions
Do I really love you?
It asks me that everyday.
My hearts wants you back
It wants you here with me
My hearts says this is where you belong
But my brain keeps telling it to shut up

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