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He has his demons,
I have mine.
Neither of us is a saint
Both sinners of our kind.

But when I look into his eyes,
Locked with mine.
I see a reflection similar,
to the fears I hide.

I reached for him,
He won't let me.
He tried to save me.
But I was drawn to him,
completely.

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