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life's pretty damn grand, on occasion 10:00 p.m. I feel bad, sometimes, that there are so many people who post unhappy letters about love, here, when I am not unhappy about love. I have you, which makes me so very very happy. I feel idiotic even trying to write what I feel, because I know all the mushy cliche thoughts in the world couldn't come close to what I feel. And yes, I know that was another mushy-gushy love sentiment, but I don't even care. Thank you for being you, and for loving me. |
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