I’ve been looking into the eyes of someone who made me meet my own self.
I thought I knew myself enough until that someone made me question my lone existence.
I guess, I wasn’t there where
I should have been,
I wasn’t being loved how
I should have been.
I think, I wasn’t being me until that
someone made me hers and complete me.
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