you or me.
Ah and, is this
really freedom?
When I know you
are everything precious
and made,
and worth all there is,
or will ever be?
Where is the choice in this,
don't frighten me
with wasting so much.
Maybe they looked and did not understand this,
and 25 years went by,
so you looked in the mirror and met yourself with a blank stare
Face. Eyes. Hair. Lips. A sum of some
parts that make worth.
Darling do not make the mistake of the broken-hearted.
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