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I met a boy once


I met a boy once, but he wasn't a boy
People called me crazy
But they won't understand
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.
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I met him during my darker days
He didn't know my days were dark
He thought it's okay
He thought it's human
And that's why i,
I stuck around for a while
.
.
.
Then, I met him again
Those were the days i was recovering
He didn't know i was
He thought it's human
And that's why i,
I stuck around for a while more
.
.
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By now, I met him every other day
Those were the days i was happy
This time he knew I was
He thought it's human
And that's why i,
I stuck around for a while longer
.
.
.
I met him every day, 
Those were the days i was happier
He didn't know it was because of him
He thought it's human
And that's why i,
I felt like sticking around for longer
.
.
.
I didn't meet him for a day
I was hurt this time
He didn't know it was because of him
He thought it's human
And that's why i,
I still wanted to stick around
.
.
.
I met him again the next day
He tried to cheer me up
He didn't know it made me happy
He thought it's common courtesy
And that's why i,
I wanted to stick around longer
.
.
.
I met him everyday, now
He made me happy everyday
I didn't know he was sad
I thought it's human
What's happening? 
I wanted to stay by his side for a while
.
.
.
I didn't meet him a while
I felt like he was okay
I didn't know he was broken
I thought it's human
I still wanted to stay by his side
.
.
.
I met him again
And again 
And again
And again
I wanted to keep meeting him for a while
.
.
.
I met him everyday, again
I was sad
And 
He was broken
But we didn't know much
We thought it's human
I wanted to stick around, for a while more
.
.
.
I met him again
But he was different
People said he was difficult
But I didn't believe them
I thought it's human
So maybe, i will stick around again
.
.
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I hugged him today
I knew something is not right
But he thought it's only human
So he stuck around, this time
.
.
.
I met him again
And he was happy
And i was happy
He didn't know it was because of him
He still stuck around, again
.
.
.
We fought
And we were sad
But we didn't know we didn't want to let go
So we stuck around, a little longer
.
.
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We smiled
And we fought 
And we cried
and we made up
we thought it's human
So we stuck around a longer
.
.
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It's been years now
and we still fight
and we still make up
and we know we care
so we stick around
Again and again
Probably
Forever
.
.
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I met a boy once
and he is my biggest support
my favourite sound
my happy place
.
.
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I met a boy once, but he wasn't a boy
People called me crazy
They won't understand
.
He is not just any boy
He is a gentleman
He is my best friend
and he always will be.

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