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The first time I saw him it happened The person I was, was no more. The feelings, the happiness, it all added up, love washed over like the waves to the shore. His fist gripped my finger so tightly and his love gripped my soul even more, and I knew from that moment until my days will be done, that I'll love him, oh love him, oh love him, My son.
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
Blue eyes and blonde hair
The first time I saw him it happened The person I was, was no more. The feelings, the happiness, it all added up, love washed over like the waves to the shore. His fist gripped my finger so tightly and his love gripped my soul even more, and I knew from that moment until my days will be done, that I'll love him, oh love him, oh love him, My son.
Creandi
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
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