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I watch from afar.
The way she smiled and the sound of her laugh made the gloomiest of days sunny.
Her long brown hair flowed in waves, in the sun it would turn golden.
I know it was wrong yet I couldn't help it. My heart couldn't help but swell. Always so close yet so far.
I would trip over my words whenever she was around.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
