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So they all observe,
They always observe.
There are always opinions on your life;
On mine.
I hear, I watch, I want to speak.
Yet when we lock eyes I forget.
They say you are a beauty
And that life is turning into a beast.
I want to say something , I want to speak
Over the past few years I have always seen
You as a beauty…maybe I’m the one
Who has turned life into a beast for you.
Maybe I am the result of the animal
Tendencies;
Maybe it was always my fault.
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