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"Mr. One in a Million"

When I see him

I feel nothing but fear.

Fear of losing who I am,

Fear of losing what we are.

 

It's been three years and we're at

platform zero,

All due to this stupid trio.

There's you, me and her,

I wish it was all a big blurr.

To escape from reality and transform

into imaginary.

I'm strong and warm-hearted,

She's cold and d-clothed.

 

When I see her

I feel nothing but the question why?

And to who I ask this question?

I ask it to you, Mr. One in a Million.




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