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When I first met you

I judged you

I’ll admit it

But that profile I made up in my head

Well you just didn’t fit it

Why are you like this?

Why so indescribable?

 

You walk around here

Like you own this joint

Well I suppose you do

But that’s beside the point

You look different from my viewpoint

Form here I see what I just now know

Young boy just wanting to be free

But tomorrow I’ll see a mystery

Oh, you’re killing me

I need consistency

I need you

The real you

 

 

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