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May 2016
I love you
for nothing but
you being you.

Why can’t you see that?

You need not be, perfect.
you already were,
for me.

But you couldn’t see that

Why?
I don’t understand why you see yourself like that
I only ever saw the best of you

But you never could,

and perhaps it was the same,

for me.
Frankie Newton
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Frankie Newton  manila
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