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You are an oxymoron;
happy and sad,
bittersweet,
a fine mess,
and clearly misunderstood.

Being with you
is sweet torture
that leaves me
wanting more.
its been a while
.
I was frantically searching
for you and I.
But
what my ignorance
failed to notice
was that you were right in my hand,
and
in my mad search for myself
I dropped you
and lost us forever.
You already are what you want to become
Time just allows you to see it whenever
The way he talks reminds me
Of the Ocean
Because its so in
*Depth
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