Forget

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my house has never been a home
my heart has always been alone
but when i see him everything fades
he doesn't know me but some how its okay
hes so pure in a world of rubble
its as if everything going wrong is no trouble
i cant seem to forget the green eyed man
he makes me believe i can be who i am
- short story of a directioner

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