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I campaigned for this. The feeling you now show.
It is all my fault that we can never separate.
You are now the key that unlocks my ability to grow…
Grow from young to old, old to mature, mature to the point of…
Love. In love with the thought of you.
The feeling that spreads its wings. As beautiful as a dove.
It refuses to stop. It continues to grow, spread. Fester.
It began to fester as though it was about to take over my life.
I spoke nothing more than you.
Everything is about you. And it is True.
True growth should not feel misleading.
It should feel like progress but who is progressing in this?
Or what?
About the Creator
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