i feel less and i feel fallen. i feel it hurts to see me and a chore to accompany. im sick of sight. reflections only serve to throw me deeper into dispair of my position. no reason to take a second glance. disgusted turn away, but why do you look and smile maybe out of pity. why treat me as if i deserve treatment? entertain a stranger but im sure your amazing if i knew you. just a gentleman, careful, dont touch my heart it sits on my sleeve and its hard not to break off a piece, by accident. you didnt want to be more than nice but i feel too much and jump to years from now. ididnt know you in July-will i know you by that time next year? im waiting for a beginning...

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