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i mistaken your presence for the golden sun rays that bring warmth to my skin. your body feels
like home and your eyes look the place i always want to be. i see you in my dreams, my thoughts, my delusions, my prayers. every part of you brings me to my knees begging the universe to keep you here. to keep you glued to this cruel constructed game of life i force myself to live through.

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