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Feb 2019
To the object of my desire,
For which I always climb higher:

Everyone says that you're a hoax
And that my dream is just a joke.
Though the words cut deep
and my body stings,
I knew from the very start
that you existed in my heart
For you I journey on and I'll stay strong
For in my arms is where you belong.
Written by
Matt  24/M
(24/M)   
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