you give me love , i am floored - thought i wore ignored . run when i get to much but maybe you the one that will be , real . heal damn it , heal . i want to feel . from he who i never hear from , you more mature than that student but hey , nobody is perfect . not even i . think about you often . regret the things i said in the poem , never thought you would appear out them like hokus pokus and it suddenly become us . nothing make sense , and yet everything do . and fuck i think i like you , how you never judge the situation i am in , seem sympathetic and empathetic - how you make me fall in love and how the hell , did you dig me up from the grave . i am not used to loved or adored ,,, more like ignored but i think i can dig it ;)
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