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Mar 2012
WE
Sometimes
I just don’t understand
Why do we hide
Who we are?
What we think?
What we feel?

I know
Exactly what I feel
What I think
Who I am

I want you
To know exactly
How I feel
What I think
Who I am

I feel
Butterflies in my stomach
Every time
You and I cross paths

I think
We could be
Would be
Should be amazing

I am
Me, he, man
But none of that matters
Compared to the possibility of
WE
Written by
Declan
578
   D S Caillte
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