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Jun 2015
I was a cold person
Never bothering anyone
I took everything solemnly
Not letting anything out of order
Everything had to be perfect
Then you came to my life
Told me to get out of my shell
You had to force me to get out
You showed me new things
And took me to great adventures
You showed me not everything has to be perfect
And sometimes
  things should be messy

In a good way.
Paramount Pawn
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Paramount Pawn
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