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Aug 2015
She comforts me, when I'm in pain,
She humbles me, when I am vain.
I can't express my inner peace,
than when I'm with this girl named .

We walk, we talk, we have our fun,
and cry inside when it is done.
I've never felt so **** alive;
she makes my spirit up and thrive.

All thanks to you, my tender
,
whose hugs are just as soft as fleece,
and whose words hang in my head,
a smart, yet balanced, dangling thread.

Outside you're frail, but in you've might
which fills all other boys with fright.
To that I cannot think to say
all but a vibrant Hip Hooray!

You've beat the odds; no one believed.
And lord, I bet you feel relieved.
You're finally done, please fall at ease,
for Jesus Christ, I _ you __.
Written by
Matt  St. Louis, MO
(St. Louis, MO)   
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