There is this girl that inspires me to write. I'm not sure what to write but it's as if i'm a bucket of paint and she spilled me. It's one of those things where it's not about what I write but how I write it. I walked beside her and felt so far. I felt her hand but I couldn't hold on. I dare not hope but only dream. My muse my muse, I write for you.

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