The Optical Illusion

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Alone and hopeless, and pumped with spite-

I then found a boy that made everything feel right.

He was sweet and kind, a heart as fluid as a song.

In his eyes, I could never do anything wrong.

Although his care filled my head with glee,

In my heart I knew that I could never love he-

Who could not see my faults, to truly love me for is me.

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