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Gentle harassment

Gentle harassment

Killed me softly inside you did,
I stopped to give you a glance not,
My strong feelings betrayed me,
Truly,you were meant for me.

Never did I know what to do,
I was dying for you,
How would I let you know?
Truly,you were made for me.

Face to face we came,
A pounding heart jerked the emotions within,
I needed you so bad,
That's why you warmly hugged me.

The smart figure tore me into pieces,
Yearned for you each day,
But how Aswito
How would I let you know?
Yet truly you haunted me?

Withered I did,each day,for you
I persevered to have you,
Though I was weak yet steady,
I knew you wanted me!

It hasn't been long
Ever since I last saw you,
Glad it was meant to be,
Happy to be with you.

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