i love this world, i love this time.
all is different, all is fine.
the things that matter most,
lost matter at all.
you need, you want, you feel, you lost.
for the moments missed and the ones you cant live without.
the one thing i wish is the first time i doubt.
never given a chance, yet loved you fully.
felt the part, but never enough.
two separate births brought together by passion.
years and years will follow. ill sideline the thought, you'll fake yours until you see.
like breakfast at tiffany's, the story will never end
xoxo
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