and when I looked at you, something stirred within me.
whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing, I can't be sure.
all I know, is that it's scary and overwhelming...
...and blissful.
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and when I looked at you, something stirred within me.
whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing, I can't be sure.
all I know, is that it's scary and overwhelming...
...and blissful.