why are you so beautiful? you are just flesh and
blood, just human. why do you seem
like something i would have made myself if
i could? it is just mind games, illusion on
illusion of romanticism. things i make up so
i can sit and dream on a silly pink little
sky and escape reality and it really
doesn't way much, doesn't count much in
the long run. i can easily forget it , as i forget
you, i just go on every day, forgetting, living
on, but then, when i see you
again. by accident. suddenly. I cant help
but ask. why are you so beautiful?
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