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Seems whatever the universe concieves, comes into being, we have, you, G, as my love for you, and the idea in my head, loves too good to be true, bears its sour fruit, i arm myself, ‘gainst every monstrous misfortune,

But when it comes to you, i love you so much, to just be your friend, if i could just be your friend, G, ill just be your friend, if you could just be my friend, could that come true?