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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
you just made me smile. =]
And I do, happiness is a gift. I'm grateful. Feels so odd being grateful for love. The same thing countless people take for granted each day. While I extract every ounce, every second that I can. I am the one with a knife cutting away the bad bits of orange and enjoying the rest. I dine grateful and appreciative like a homeless person, cold, scavenging, in my fingerless gloves. I envy you endlessly as you walk by. Warm, clean nonchalant. Thank you for what you give me. You are very kind. I can never be you because I can never forget.
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