you are the hidden riddle, but am i bad at guessing?
loving is suppressing,
i've nearly touched the bottom.
was waiting for the sun rays
to meet the surface,
loving is preservance,
but you practice detachment.
been condemning the roots of mine,
dwelled in denial.
but just as a bolt from the blue, you
came and pull me through.
bolt from the blue
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