I like you a lot.
I'm glad that we met.
I'm always happy to see you...
I worry it's hard
to deal with my ****
and still want me to be near you...
I feel really lucky.
It seems so unlikely
you'd see me as endearing...
But like air on a flame
when you call me by name
my heart lifts at the hearing.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 1:40 PM UTC
I like you a lot.
I'm glad that we met.
I'm always happy to see you...
I worry it's hard
to deal with my ****
and still want me to be near you...
I feel really lucky.
It seems so unlikely
you'd see me as endearing...
But like air on a flame
when you call me by name
my heart lifts at the hearing.
For someone special.
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