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I am terrified that She will eventually see myself as I see myself When she looks in my eyes and sees nothing but The shell of a dreamer angry and tired And yet she remains Unexpectedly Sharing these few moments It finally makes sense The present Her presence Is nothing short of my idea is perfect
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Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
Presence
I am terrified that She will eventually see myself as I see myself When she looks in my eyes and sees nothing but The shell of a dreamer angry and tired And yet she remains Unexpectedly Sharing these few moments It finally makes sense The present Her presence Is nothing short of my idea is perfect
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Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
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