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Sense of it


I begin today with a sense of it ..
Sense that all this time continues to haunt
As if I walked anywhere shadowing
As if not let me to calm down though for a moment

Still do not know me, is this all just fantasy
I hope so there
But I dunno ...
All seemed apparent to me ...

I dare not hope to feel a sense of the other
I dare not want changes
Because I know ... he's too valuable ...

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