Just Like My Creation
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Never would I imagine that his actually here...
Meeting him personally would be a sweet dream.
But worst comes to worst when you stoped dreaming that he might be real but then i meet him he just so look like the one i draw....the one i been constantly wishing that is true.
The question bugging me. Will i able to stand a chance for him .? He was someone that im sure of not gonna like me .
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