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Mar 2022
He makes me believe in fairytales all over,
The sound of his voice reminds me of the calmness of rain falling.
I wish I could see myself the way he sees me.
He makes me believe in never-ending happiness; I used to think that wasn't possible.
I thought I wasn't worthy of all of this and should get prepared to get played until he taught me otherwise.
He makes talking about the future sound like forever.
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Blake  24/FTM
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