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Apr 2023
I thought I was broken
A star who watched it all but never moved
A map without a key
A compass that wouldn't point true

Until I met you,
A guide, you could never lose
You, who read me easily,
The one my heart pointed to
You are NOT broken, you just haven't found the people who make you feel whole yet
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Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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