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I want to tell you things that scare me, that hold me back, that make me insecure. I want to, but I won't. Because those things might scare you. You might think I'm holding you back, and suddenly you feel insecure. About us. About me. The thing is, I know you are one-of-a-kind I know you are special. I know you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. But you don't, not really. I just hope that when you do finally see, how extraordinary you are, you will still come home and call me honey.
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Honey
I want to tell you things that scare me, that hold me back, that make me insecure. I want to, but I won't. Because those things might scare you. You might think I'm holding you back, and suddenly you feel insecure. About us. About me. The thing is, I know you are one-of-a-kind I know you are special. I know you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. But you don't, not really. I just hope that when you do finally see, how extraordinary you are, you will still come home and call me honey.
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
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