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My eyes are green...
I love the bed whereon he lies
A kinder heart you never will find
And I will gladly give him mine
Green is the color of my true love's eyes
I want someone to love me like that. I also want to stop being cynical and be the happy and sweet boy I used to be, but that's not happening either.
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So, you see, my friend, you have that to look forward to. Yes. You. Do.
But in the meantime, *hugs*, cause it does suck while you are waiting for true love to show up. ♥
Oh, and I had to use my eye-con for this post. Hope you don't mind.
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Thought I had you stashed safely in Montana for some reason in a tall tower with an enchanted doorway/stair to keep you inside. You think that you are isolated but you just have to find a more populous area close by for meetandgreet. Carefully of course.
You write Regan doing it so you have the manual. You wrote the manual.
*slaps self* Wait. Then you'll get a life away from writing. *hides key to the tower*
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(Oh, and I know you don't know me, but your posts were really interesting and I decided to read all of the ones I could see.)
I hope you are able to find someone like that; in fact, I know you will one day. And I'm sure you'll stop being cynical in time. Perhaps it's merely a phase?
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