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You are my outlet of happiness,
my unashamed feeling of euphoria.
And time still wastes, yet, it's with you.
You. My guilty, shallow pleasure.

You are the filter of all my worries,
My constant visual reason.
And in y our presence, i frivolously link,
my fragile soul with yours.

And I would be completed,
If only, this were true,
and i was not sat here writing this,
Imaginary truth.