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I know the truth,

I can see it.


It's hidden in your eyes,

and it glimmers when you lie.


I don't see why you try to hide,

or why you run when I say that you're the one.


Is it the fear of being loved?


Or am I too intense for you to handle.


Maybe you're incapiable of knowing if you'll be able to stay afloat in the waves of my 

beauty,

                  spirit,

                                  mind.


I can't figure you out, 

boy.


I could use a little help.


I.R.

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