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At first, I believed I didn’t deserve your love, That I wasn’t pretty or smart enough in your eyes. Then I thought you didn’t deserve mine, Though I was merely angry that you missed the signs. But excuses ran dry, And my heart began to overrule my mind. My soul transcended my vision, Leaving me with nothing but love and unspoken desire. I painted a picture that was never meant to be mine, Crafting dreams from threads of what ifs and might-have-beens."