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Oct 2018
Dear, you

You take the breath out from under the words I try to speak

You fill me with an unfathomable amount of butterflies

Existential paranoia developed from the fear of losing you

Losing me

Losing us, what we have

My filter gone awry when I look in your eyes

I’ve always loved the ocean

And I’ll always love you

Love,
Tommy
Thomas Roth
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Thomas Roth  20/M/OBKY
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