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𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇:
I wonder,
You're so quite clever,
Yet you ask, "by me are you hated?"
I ask baffled, a smile smeared:
"How could I ever?"
True to the promise,
On-sleeve for you, my heart worn
But naturally, my affection is obese.
And I never would,
To harshly judge anything,
I probably never could.
Who keeps my mood our blue.
I wish you saw as my eyes do,
Showing all the worth you give me too.
As your bright presence makes anything negative bow,
And therefore makes me all the happier to know,
Your best friend happens to be me,
All to my glee.