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I want to be the one whose arms you run to, be it a reason for rejoice
Or a cause for collapse.
Maybe you just need more time,
Sort out your mind, perhaps.

I want to be the one who's found the best in you,
Be it the quirky ways you have,
Or the funny way you laugh.

I want to see you in full bloom,
Flowers white
Smells like perfume

I want to be one one
Who's your first choice
I want to be better, to you,
Than all these cheesy boys.

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