MOVE

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If I had known you weren't for me,

Then I would've searched beyond the coastline sooner.

And there he was, over the horizon,

A boy who never admit he's a loner.

His smile took me away, his knowledge at bay,

Almost making me wish we haven't met.

And the ironic thing is,

I've had less than an hour to state that.

Am I desprate?

Desprate of moving on from you?

Desprate of unleashing my heart from these pains you brought me?

Maybe, yet maybe not.

For only now have I realized..

You two are similar in some way..

Both pretending.

Both broken.

Both hesitant to open their hearts.

Though in a scale, you two are different..

For he had never injured me before.

He's a challenge I think I'm willing,

To take that shot of shitty risks.

No doubt,

He's the one who made me move.

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