is it the innocence of youth or the illusion of truth as seen by those eyes those tender views, yet to blossom yet to need standing up against crushing deluge of pain not quite believing never accepting you are the one I have loved for you are everything I have come to need every song not sung every word not breathed aloud and yet, I refrain...
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