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Old Poem, Written Age 17 (Unedited)

I can’t believe I’m here, and that you’re here.

You’re far too beautiful for me, I fear —

You radiance — it melts my very heart;

Which starts to freeze whenever we’re apart.

 

I’ll never, ever, ever show you this:

The way I felt enslaved with just one kiss.

The way I want to touch you, every day —

I never knew that I could feel this way.

 

But this all just sounds desperate, I know —

And so, these words are ones I’ll never show.

I’ll wait a while before next time I call —

And hope you never see how bad I fall.

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