now i understand why i respect and want to meet you so much.
you come from a place where i thought was totally below my standards.
somewhere i thought that what you do and how you did it was impossible.
i dont even know your real name.
but what the heck.
i wish i could write songs for you
and we could sing them together
i want to hear so many other stories from under your veil.
the songs you sang made me realise how shallow i am.
i didnt know that i didnt have to go so far to feel this way.
the simplest of melodies from your soul could make me weep.
i kind of use your songs to heal my invisible wounds.
i feel like you're the random person who just happened to be there,
and opens up the closet which i got trapped in.
"and if you dont mind, can you tell me all your hopes and fears and everything that you believe in...."
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