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H saved my life

I've lost myself so many time that I've lost my way you showed me the way, you showed me the way it was written in your eyes, deep inside your soul the way was to write, and I've followed your path you gave me things to write on, you gave me things to write on it was you, I never felt this way, this strange you're a stranger showing me the way, you're the path you gave me so much I can't tell, I want to write on you, about you, for you. Because in a way you're me I did not choose you, I did not choose you but you're here, deep, deep, deep inside me I must have chosen you, I must have you showed me the way, but I don't think you realize it now I have a direction, now I will follow this direction thank you H, I'm too afraid to say your name I don't know who I am, I still know the path the path I've seen, am I the only one? I must be the only one, I want to be the only one

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