"MF"
I wandered through a thousand places chasing something true, Until the whole world softened when my hand was held by you. The words that you once told me never leave my mind. Now all those words wander there all the time. My desires represent what I believe you'll once show me and make me feel once again as I get closer, I fail I get closer and closer but never close enough to see what you truly think of me. I'll hold your hand you'll put your head on my shoulder, and I'll smile knowing I made you comfortable enough to even get close to me, but you start to reach out your hand for me, and I once again realize it'll always just be a dream.
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