started unknowing, recognising yet denying
most will hide it, to subtly express it
fuzzy warm when up
tearing misery when down
hopeless it may seem, hopeful some think wishfully
wretched, sometimes feel yourself; blessed when you receive
search for one in the crowd, or try to be the one often
never certain 'til the last moment
never waiver, until never
always selfless, for only oneself albeit
always giving, wishfully receiving
none like others, but much for ours
what is this?
none other than what you think it is
what would it be to me?
don't guess unless you see
:)
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what makes you go so poetic. muahahhahaaah
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