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I want her to see me; me. Out through the clouds. Across the room. For who I am. The mess that I am. Crazy as I am. Just as I am.
I want her to see me; me. I want her to love me. Just as me. As ugly as me. As confused as me; as confusing as me.
I want her to see me; me … and to love me.
How could I accept anything less (than my equal; my love … myself)?