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You have become the medicine that heals the illness that is you. You are my worst days. You are my best days. You are my tears. You are my smiles. You are the gaping tears in my skin. You are the peroxide and bandages. You are my sorrow. You are my joy.
I questioned the use of the word love just seconds before. Now I realize. You have taken the title and you won't let go, now will you, my love?
June 17, 2014 6:23pm
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