Escaping Reality (Harry Styles) Coming Soon
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Harry,
You thought no one would ever love you for who you actually are, or even take the time to find out. You didn't think someone could realize the real feelings in your lyrics. You didn't think anything could be real. You needed something real. A way to leave all the fame behind. A second world. An escape. I didn't think someone like you could ever have real feelings for someone like me. A nobody. I didn't think that our 'love' went past the cameras. I needed truth. Reality.
You became my Reality,
And I became your Escape.
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