𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒁 (2)

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Hey I miss you,
Do you know that too?
I love you,
I'll never get tired of telling this a thousand times,
Even though when the time comes and I only have a dime,

This story of us is like a metaphor,
Straightforwardly strong that it can break even the world's strongest door,
Girl I can even kneel on the floor,
To pray for us to meet again, even in the future where I knock at your door and I'll say "Hey bestie it's me, we're like sisters in the story I made, metaphorically magical, affecting lifeless physicals",

And as I say "Hey",
It will always be followed with the same but magical phrases "I miss you" and "I love you"
I hope you'll always remind yourself that am always here, waiting for you.

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