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Oct 2014
Somehow you make me better
When you just talk to me, smile at me, text me
To know that you are there, that you care
Makes me believe
That there might be some sort of angel
Behind your blue eyes

You don't have to be perfect
You don't really need to try
I know I see some sort of angel
Behind your blue eyes
Thank you for just being my friend.
I love you, you make me feel okay.
(Sorry this is a ****** poem)
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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