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When I look at you,

It's almost like I'm in a dream.

Like it's picture perfect.

But I'm far from that.

And so,

I have to leave.

Before I'm in to deep.

And I don't know,

If you feel the same way.

Like everything we have

In our short time together

Is all surreal.

Something that could never

Be real.

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