Reflections of My Perceptions

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Not even the darkest of clouds can spoil the view

I still remember the good times I enjoyed with you

Even though all along I was a toy to you

My dreams cannot allow me to keep avoiding you

You were wrong, but what was a boy to do?

My loins were on fire, my blood boiling too

You knew what you were doing, I had a point to prove

I know I should hate you, but I remain loyal to you