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.
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I am not a sight to look at,
but being with you made me forget;

You,
the one who made my very own structure,
the one who I thought I knew.
Gave me a year of deception and fun;
I, the oblivious fool, was blinded by something called adoration.

we drifted apart,
you knew what I felt,
I don't.

You kept silent,
I wanted to talk.

Now, listening to her music,
only makes me think of you
reminiscing the moments with you;
made me think that  if  I made the first move,
and told you,
what I felt will be true
to be hurt or not.
I once hoped to cradle your heart,
Despite the lies.

Oh, young love,
Have I loved you?