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I don't know you, but
it really dosn't matter because when our eyes meet you feel like my destiny. It feels good, it feels right, and It feels like you're the one, that I've been waiting for all of my life. Whenever our eyes meet you hold me in your gaze never letting go all the fear simply fades, but I keep telling you that I I don't know you, but you say it doesn't matter you say, all that matters is that you love me for better... "I don't know you!" This all feels so strange. We're from two different worlds, but you say "it's okay." "Maybe one day we'll meet, and then you'll see, the differences in our worlds, and the differeces in our beat." By Jo Lyles
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