Softly whispered dreams dance along milky pages as you drag your darkest pains across the faint lines echoing stories you never thought you would tell anyone. Tears on the sleeve of an unrecruited dreamer recording mix tapes for someone too young to understand. Dreaming becomes poetry and friendships solidify to love. I'll listen to you until time takes my hearing. I'll believe in you until Death himself dies. I'll be your number one fan forever and always.
and i to you my beautiful princess, not even the death of the sun itself could stop me from seeing your true beauty. not the beauty bound by flesh, no, the beauty i see is the one that makes who you are and what your capable of. I love you babe
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