this thing i feel inside. growing in my chest. it's not going away. about it i'd never jest. you more than i could ever hope for. i think god has finally shown me to the right door. ur the most precious commodity i can ever hope to gain, all i wanna do is take all ur sorrow and pain. new memories i hope we make together, with ur love there is no storm i can't weather.
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