shredded paper. x ( A.I.)

shredded paper. x ( A.I.)

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There she is again. I dont know her name. But she always comes out at night and looks at the stars or cleans out her garage or goes on a run. But it is always exactly at 11:30 P.M. never before, never after. I dont know if i will ever meet her. But wow. She is beautiful. She doesnt wear makeup, or at least it doesnt look like it. I want to meet her. Very badly actually. But i doubt she would want to talk to me. Im just a stupid boy from Sydney.
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"How can you miss someone you've never met? 'Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet..." I close my eyes and I see her. I don't know her but I feel her. We talk about everything. Even though it's a dream, it feels real. Shes beautiful. Everytime I go to ask where she is she smiles and says "wouldn't you like to pretty boy?" Everytime she calls me that my heart flutters. I love it when she calls me pretty boy..

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