someone peculiar.
someone to write about.
someone who can be true to themself.
someone who holds my hand and takes walks with me around the city.
someone who will get lost with me beneath the sheets inside of a blackened, sunless room for days upon days.
someone who isn't afraid of love.
someone to read my poetry to.
someone to learn about.
someone to smile at, not just a regular smile, the smile that tells a story -the smile that only occurs when i'm looking at the one single soul who unintentionally places it upon my face.
someone who lets me help and care about them.
someone who gives me something to look forward to.
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