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Talking to you feels like a dream.
All of it's too surreal.
I don't deserve someone so special.
How can loving you feel so ethereal?
I don't know if you were looking, to steal my heart.
But you've got it now, every single part.
And I really don't mind that it's gone.
'Cause I trust that you'll keep holding on.
So complex yet so simple.
You make me feel so peaceful.
Tell me you'll never be a faded dream.
That you'll never be a yesterday.
Unless yesterday never ends.
Then darling, you're the only yesterday I want.
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Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
