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coming into sight


I was blind, i couldn't see that what was best for me was right infront of my face the whole time

asking you for advise on which girl is best for me, and you anwsering i don't like either of them so let

them be i never noticed the change in your attiude when i asked about them, the saddness in your 

voice when you answered the question, but now i can see i see that the best thing for me is the one 

anwsering the question the one right infront of me the one i called my bestfriend who i confide my 

deepest sercets in so heres my revalation 

you're my bestfriend, the only one i trust,

i never want to loose you,

so will you be mine?

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