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Nov 2015
Something about the way she spoke was beautiful.
Every idea that flowed from her soft lips left me feeling complete and in a way- loved.
There was something about her that seemed different-different than the rest of them, and no I didn't think she was odd.
I thought she was gorgeous and I craved to tell her this every day because I knew that sadly, she didn't see herself that way.
*******, I'm falling in love and oddly enough I'm not afraid this time.
-o.b.
Oliver Rae Calvin
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Oliver Rae Calvin  17/FTM
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