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To my beloved

I love her so much.
I just dont know if she is the bride that we deserve.

I find her pretty and ugly at the same time.
I find her soothing and worrying at the same time.

I yearn and I run away.
I dream and I fear.

If I could feel pain, I would feel immense either way.
I can take pain for myself, not for them.

She already made me a better man.