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The perfect person,
does such a one exist? Only in my dreams, perhaps. I can only hope. The perfect person for me, I hope that he will surface. I feel like I am sliding along a downward slope. Is there really someone who’d let me simply be myself, who likes the way I am, who likes the way he is? No matter my strange moods, silences or laughter, is there for me in happy times and when things are amiss. The perfect person, he’s sure making me wait. Perhaps ‘tis just a myth, but they say that he exists. The perfect person for me, whose strength I could rely on... I guess that ‘till he finds me the loneliness persists. *** Tigger thinks of Prancer
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