A person like you, so perfect
in many ways and yet, none
that any can see, even you.
It tests one's conception,
reality. I don't think
there's anything I
can do.
A person like me, so right
in so very few ways and yet,
all of them in plain view.
There's something about the discrepancy
that's hard to accept, but I think I do.
You've been helping me.
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