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Sep 2024
I hope every morning at 4am, when the world is dark and you crawl out of bed and you’re getting dressed or smoking a cigarette, you know you’re loved.
I hope everyday you know you’re appreciated and seen.
I hope that when a song comes on you think of me.
I hope you know you’re my moon in the darkest skies and my sunrise on a dewey morning.
I hope you know when you touch me, I melt.
Your sweet words follow me throughout my day.
I hope you know you take my breath away.
I hope you know you’re safe, you’re loved and that you’re cherished.
I hope.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  32/F
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