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Nov 2010
A golden, cheerful companion, showing me the light of experience. Showing me the beauty in everything my eyes seem to reach. Cherishing you, I cannot do this to you. Too precious to me to engage in this behaviour so soon. But baby, don't fret. This is only the beginning;  the bloom. The end is not yet. There is more to this then you've grown to know. Building upon this is not a choice now. Working on ourselves, is what we face now.
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Amanda Martin
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