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I'm still worried about my acne at 25. Maybe it's stress... Or bad diet... Or both. I'm not tall. And I'm not long. Short enough to make a difference in either direction. Knowledgeable enough to learn. Patient enough for ease. Willing enough to be me. I look forward to habit, Like a habit. To experiment and in two turn, implement. We can be. We are. And, we have been. I anticipate this ten fold feeling Thousands of times. You were placed on my path for a reason. If for this emotion and nothing else... Then I embrace it in full for as long as it takes. Yet if you want me to pray, Know that I beg it to take me away. Thanks to me for bringing myself to a place where I can say... Thank you. You. One of the few lovely souls That I was ever willing to let be a part of me. You must come to understand That my eyes don't work like they used to. I see not just somebody. I see you, Through your beautiful stained glass windows, To the infinite beyond. May you relearn to look in the mirror as I see you. Because I see you. Only you.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
- Image of Somebody -
I'm still worried about my acne at 25. Maybe it's stress... Or bad diet... Or both. I'm not tall. And I'm not long. Short enough to make a difference in either direction. Knowledgeable enough to learn. Patient enough for ease. Willing enough to be me. I look forward to habit, Like a habit. To experiment and in two turn, implement. We can be. We are. And, we have been. I anticipate this ten fold feeling Thousands of times. You were placed on my path for a reason. If for this emotion and nothing else... Then I embrace it in full for as long as it takes. Yet if you want me to pray, Know that I beg it to take me away. Thanks to me for bringing myself to a place where I can say... Thank you. You. One of the few lovely souls That I was ever willing to let be a part of me. You must come to understand That my eyes don't work like they used to. I see not just somebody. I see you, Through your beautiful stained glass windows, To the infinite beyond. May you relearn to look in the mirror as I see you. Because I see you. Only you.
William-Eberlein
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William-Eberlein
25/M/American
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
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