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Purity Through The Eyes In The Mirror


My Name And His Harmony

A boy once told me that being near me made him feel smarter.

As if loving someone can increase your IQ.

He said the depth of me was pretty, but I was not pretty; in depth.

I once had a boy watch me in a mirror, as if watching me through his own eyes was not pure enough.

I once heard a boy play the most profound music with my name as his harmony, as if his voice singing glorious melodies could open the lock around my outspoken instrument.

I once held a boy so humble and true, as if stripping down to a bare minimum was the only way to grasp above the utmost limit.

I once cherished a boy with genuine curiosity being his greatest feature, and his greatest downfall.

I once found a boy who proved me wrong.

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