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I'm following you,
Even when it gets dark out.
I can't turn back then,
Alone.
I leave you,
Only to dream of you every night.
And to wake up in the morning,
My heart frostebitten.
I protect you,
Use my words to run to safety from misunderstanding.
Use all my words until I can't speak.
Living for your praise,
Lift me high on your praise.
It's all I have.
And still we don't touch,
Not a hand,
Nor a hug.
When sometimes the only thing I want is your embrace.
Your slim,
Willow of a form makes you seem meek.
Your eyes always look like their about to cry.
But you are strong,
And you don't need me.
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It's the cat

VT

18 years old

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