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Dec 2017
each day i heal my breaking soul, broken twice but you brush it off with your presence. plan talking and guessing at best, speculation been made between us with some inner understanding.

ain’t nothing like in the movies. no accidental touch of hands, not even an intense eye gazing. my eyes still see nothing else but a soul that saved me.

the moment when you notice things ; tone of voices made up the best motivation when it’s obviously sound silly and odd but that’s it.

it does exist.

i know you is a real deal.
tate
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