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I used to hold you on a pedestal. I used to think that you were created from magic. I used to think that no one else on this Earth was as perfect as you. I used to believe that there would come a time where I'd be right for you and you'd be ready for me. I used to dream of the days that you would wake up and realise that everything you have ever wanted was right in front of you.

-but you never did, and then you lost your magic.