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Jul 2019
I'm not to sure what it is about her, I always had this secondary sense of security. Like nothing could happen when I was with Jasmine.

In here eyes I could see everything I've ever imagined. But she wasn't here for me. She was here to be what she considered destined to be.

I never realized how content I was to stare into her eyes, to see past the lies, the confusion, she lifted my veil of delusion.

She was my seclusion.
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