No. 12: 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘔𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘵

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You often say things you don't mean.

things you know well I wished to hear.

the words that my soul crave, 

which can my heart flutters.


For I felt I was special, yet another trap.

To love you even deeper, but not the same. 

Same as how you felt about me. 

That is exactly different from what I think.


Special. It's you, for me. 

The person I can see in the crowds, 

A person that took me years to memorize all versions. 

The person, I want to be with every time. 



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