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I'm gonna tell you about the girl of my dreams, how each god **** smile pulls my heart strings into knots and fills my tummy with butterflies, moths, and bees. The way her head dips into my chest is the thought in my head on lonely cold nights when I keep waking up at two in the morning. Safety, home, mine are all words that were so foreign until her arms hooked around my waist. Each day is a talk of future and memory and all of the inbetweens mixed. Through the tears and the arguments, there is still cracked smiles that scream "This is my baby" That she is, so precious and I am so unworthy. For the working together, the movie cuddles, the secret kisses, the smiley hand holding, the effort, the given happiness, I am so grateful. She is my whole, my one, my heart, my soul. I've found what my light has been searching for and she is goodness, remembrance, astonishment, caring, embracement
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Maybe I'm Sick of Writing the Sad ****
I'm gonna tell you about the girl of my dreams, how each god **** smile pulls my heart strings into knots and fills my tummy with butterflies, moths, and bees. The way her head dips into my chest is the thought in my head on lonely cold nights when I keep waking up at two in the morning. Safety, home, mine are all words that were so foreign until her arms hooked around my waist. Each day is a talk of future and memory and all of the inbetweens mixed. Through the tears and the arguments, there is still cracked smiles that scream "This is my baby" That she is, so precious and I am so unworthy. For the working together, the movie cuddles, the secret kisses, the smiley hand holding, the effort, the given happiness, I am so grateful. She is my whole, my one, my heart, my soul. I've found what my light has been searching for and she is goodness, remembrance, astonishment, caring, embracement
Nevaange
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19/F/PA
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
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