It's kind of scary. Looking back realizing the memories that are built, the stories, theories, thinking of every hidden meaning of your actions special and only for me.
But the observer, with discerning eyes,
Sees beyond the surface, the paper disguise.
A hidden yearning, a longing untold,
Waiting and hoping the real intention unfolds
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