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I pour as easily as a second glass of wine, I like to think I'm just as bittersweet too.
I leave notes of passion that often evolve into a song of "its not you, it's me."
I hurl myself into the worst "what if's", tormenting myself for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
I project a sense of love that you will want to bask in, forever. I will let you.
I strive to make you smile, and often let your smile become more important than my own.
I have trouble with letting people and feelings in too quickly and-
I love you.
I wish for nothing more, than the same wild, crazy, thing in return.
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