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Forgive me for poking and punching,
but I try to make sure it's real when I'm happy.
Your hand stroked mine so gently,
I started believing this world was right.
Your shoulder cushioned my head in a fashion
that made me think I was important.
Could I feel this way about anyone?
I've experienced love and lust and everything in between,
I can't tell the difference except nothing in the past has been
worth living for.
I just want time
our friendship is growing I can feel it,
from more than our touch of cheek.
Our truth and honesty is forming a bond
no one will be able to break,
keep it growing.
okay thats gross i dont even like it anymore. i wrote it last night. ew. im a retard.
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Over And Out,
-Candice Jean
hm.
im happy for yall.