You can't see me, and I don't know why.
But there you are.
I want you.
I want you to see me, like I see you.
But you won't.
Why?
Is it thte way i dress?
The way i look?
WHAT?
I must know.
For I think I love you.
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What i want it to be
its pretty much my poems
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