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Till End.
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there are so many human contents in the world, but the one that fills my heart are only you. falling in love are actually cringe for me but when i met you, I wanna withdrew the word that i said, a feeling of joy that I've never felt before, a feeling of shame that I don't know how to describe I often feel when I'm with you. you always give me a "weird" feeling that's hard to explain, you also always make my brain hard to focus because keep thinking about you, at first I didn't believe in people's sayings that love will make people crazy, but now i feel what they say, I'm crazy because of you. i love you that much that i can't even say it with my word but i wish you could feel it, you are my ๐
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Reminiscent some of the quite quaint things we've have been do it bef're, t's nev'r make me bored right? I rememb'r wh're one day, we hath walked togeth'r in the quiet streets and the silence of the night. T wast a comf'rtable day, coequal though t wast bitter cold because wint'r hadst arriv'd. Yond night thee tooketh mine own handeth, hath walked togeth'r past the riv'r bank while enjoying the gentle breeze caressing mine own hair and skin. I rememb'r v'ry clearly, thy gazeth, thy smileth and thy warmeth hugeth. Ev'rything doth feel so quite quaint, because thou art the only one i wanteth. Thee not knoweth what i wanteth? i did steal thee from all ov'r the w'rld, keeping thee with me regardless of what oth'rs sayeth. Nay matt'r how hard i tryeth, thou art the only one yond cometh to mind. I at each moment desired yond ev'rything we exp'rienc'd the present day wouldst lasteth f'rev'r. Being a parteth of thy st'ry sheet is the most wondrous thing i couldst ev'r imagineth.
Reminiscent some of the quite quaint things we've have been do it bef're, t's nev'r make me bored right? I rememb'r wh're one day, we hath walked togeth'r in the quiet streets and the silence of the night. T wast a comf'rtable day, coequal though t wast bitter cold because wint'r hadst arriv'd. Yond night thee tooketh mine own handeth, hath walked togeth'r past the riv'r bank while enjoying the gentle breeze caressing mine own hair and skin. I rememb'r v'ry clearly, thy gazeth, thy smileth and thy warmeth hugeth. Ev'rything doth feel so quite quaint, because thou art the only one i wanteth. Thee not knoweth what i wanteth? i did steal thee from all ov'r the w'rld, keeping thee with me regardless of what oth'rs sayeth. Nay matt'r how hard i tryeth, thou art the only one yond cometh to mind. I at each moment desired yond ev'rything we exp'rienc'd the present day wouldst lasteth f'rev'r. Being a parteth of thy st'ry sheet is the most wondrous thing i couldst ev'r imagineth.
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