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Words get dampened and fall to the ground like butterflies in the rain when you’re around.
Some people’s voice is like a rainstorm, full of sound and beauty, but your voice is like the heartbeat of a mouse; so very important. Your hair curls under your earlobe like your locks are playing hide and seek. They seem like children laughing under blankets too small to hide behind. When you come nearby, I wonder how eyes like yours and eyes like mine are both able to cry. Your lips are beautiful, but the smile behind them is what tells me I can keep doing all of this. I don’t know your name, and I never will, but since you came and went nothing has been the same. I just needed to say, even if you never hear; thank you for being alive.