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 "I might look like a I mess,
but swear, my hair is washed, super clean,
smells like summer breeze;
I might look dehydrated, with chapped lips,
but swear, my lips still soft and sweet,
whispering words of love to you;
I might look super tired, eyes full of dark circles,
but swear, the only 4 hours of sleep was more than enough,
just to stay awake a little more talking with you;
I might look kinda sick, too pale, too thin,
but swear, I'm very healthy and strong,
sunbathing in the moonlight of you;
I might look a little sad,
depressed in a few shades of blue,
I confess, this is kinda true,
because there's no happy when there's no you."

y

May 24th 2025.
8:44pm.

From Y to Y.