You do not belong here. You shouldn't have to breath. Not yet. You shouldn't have to be twisted around like a little something (someone) - that, indeed, you are. You aren't meant to be, no, this is too soon. I don't know what'll happen to you; if we ever meet again, i won't know you're you, nor you will know i'm me, for i have only stared at you for a few moments. I hope we will meet again, you special little someone - hoping that the brightness of the sun - that has now scared the rain away - will walk by your side every single day of your beautiful life.
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