This poem was written for me about me, but not by me.
He walks outside,
Without seeing the rain,
The more he hurts,
He dosen't feel the pain,
The beauty of himself in agony,
I feel through his eyes I am tragedy,
But when he often smiles,
That smile is worth a thousand words,
And when he looks you in the eyes,
He knows you instantly,
And
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