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Nobody Believes that my Pillow Speaks to Me,
It Says,
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"You have Beautiful Hair.
I Wish To brush"
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In Love I don't Trust,
There's a Hesitance in my Heart,
Lingers like A Mosquito,
Unsureness Bites me,
Hard,
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The Confessions are Hidden,
In Your Fragrance,
Smells Of Fresh Air,
Am I Allowed to Breathe?
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In The Connections we Express,
A Tender and Gentle Feeling,
However, My Heart Won't Protect Me,
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From A Truth that Revolves You And I Asked The Moonlight to Shine Honesty Upon My Swollen Heart As I looked Up At The Gazeless Stars In the Sky And I can't Help But Ponder Why My Heart Stops Whenever It's Around You Like You're Giving me A Heart attack and In my Chest What Is Trapped And What I Lack When my Vessel Contract And what I'm Holding Back?
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The Amount Of Whispers And Kissing That I've Been hopelessly Wishing, On This Comforting Pillow that I Cradle So Close, And My Dreams Are Fantasize And On Replay, My Helpless Heartbeat Is So Fractic Whenever I Think About Feeling Romantic,
My Pillow Always Listened Whenever I Spoke,
Thus Only my Pillow Knows
My Hesitance Of my Heart
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