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Apr 27
You were the person who loved me as I am
Took care of me
When I was broken
Too many times to count

As time fasts forward
Slowly you pull away
Confidence settles in where caution once was
And where comfort was sadness returns..
We love someone not because of the perfections they have... But for what imperfections we wish we could change.. As we fix each one. We tend to forget that the person can still need so much comfort from you... But you slowly forget and pull away.
Written by
Lance  21/Genderqueer
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