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So I suppose I shouldn't be surprised But he wants to come to my aid Rescue me from flirts that look like Scooby-Doo's Shaggy I just don't think he realizes he's already saved me I am no longer a damsel in distress He showed the tower was never locked I had a key the whole time Now, he's so incredibly patient as I ease my way out Loving me so fiercely; I can't help it I love me, too I always have, he just made me realize it Anxiety consumes my soul like Man's Red Flower in Jungle Book Oceans of fear splash across my brain But my heart, although racing, is at peace Even as I lose sight of who I am He reminds me my imperfections are beautiful He reminds me I am loved He reminds me I am enough And I feel safe I've never known such peace Never known such an unfailing love I've said it before, but never will I stop believing He is the sun; so am I I have hope I love him more than I ever thought possible He is a saint And I am lucky to call him mine In any sense of the word
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
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So I suppose I shouldn't be surprised But he wants to come to my aid Rescue me from flirts that look like Scooby-Doo's Shaggy I just don't think he realizes he's already saved me I am no longer a damsel in distress He showed the tower was never locked I had a key the whole time Now, he's so incredibly patient as I ease my way out Loving me so fiercely; I can't help it I love me, too I always have, he just made me realize it Anxiety consumes my soul like Man's Red Flower in Jungle Book Oceans of fear splash across my brain But my heart, although racing, is at peace Even as I lose sight of who I am He reminds me my imperfections are beautiful He reminds me I am loved He reminds me I am enough And I feel safe I've never known such peace Never known such an unfailing love I've said it before, but never will I stop believing He is the sun; so am I I have hope I love him more than I ever thought possible He is a saint And I am lucky to call him mine In any sense of the word
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
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