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You were the first, the first man I loved, the first to hold me in your arms and make me feel like nothing could go wrong. The first to look at me like I was perfect, the first to make me feel truly safe. But You taught me something too.
In my sleep I dreamt it was day.
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
You’re so maybe, just maybe
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