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i am sick with what feels like a bad cold mixed with a horrible flu yet you still have no fear in placing your lips against my cheek. you bring me warm soup. you laugh into my thermos and you hold my hand because nothing else matters.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
thank god you're not afraid of germs.
i am sick with what feels like a bad cold mixed with a horrible flu yet you still have no fear in placing your lips against my cheek. you bring me warm soup. you laugh into my thermos and you hold my hand because nothing else matters.
ali-russo
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
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