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Amongst a crowd
When I see someone that matters, I see an imaginary thread link them to my heart. My heart gets overwhelmed with joy. It overflows the scenery around those I care about until they get far away. Then, the thread disappears, and the space they occupied in my mind reduces until I see them again. It's a show of which I am the only witness. If only they could see it, they would know how much I love them. I am myself around them. I don't suffer. I feel at ease. I get told I may be a fool. I think it's worth it though. They're people I'd be a fool for. They stay when everybody leaves.
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