He is a writer, I am the reader
He is a fighter, I’m the survivor.
He is a follower, I’m the loner,
He is calmer, I am louder.
He holds his voice for me,
I shout at him freely.
The day he asked me out
Was the day he was freaking out.
How would it feel to be alive
With such a strange vibe?
Having...
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