

i'd walk through hell for youHer: When we lay in bed I can't help but want to be held by him. Who needs blankets when you have the love of your life right there, next to you, with a warm and welcoming body? He smells of laundry and cigarettes, not because he smokes but because the people around him do. I can feel his breath on my neck as he nestles his head onto my shoulder. His hair always has an amazing way to just put itself in the right place. The littlest bit sitting over his face but just enough pulled away so I can see his beautiful eyes that make me feel at home. When he's shy, I'm shy. When he's sad, I'm sad. When he's happy, I'm happy. I love the momentsi'd walk through hell for you
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My muse lives in my dying
Nothing but a whisper in the wind.
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dearest, i feel certain that i am going mad again
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Everyone deserves love and respect.
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