Sometimes, I sit and think,
of all the things I lack,
and everything I want,
and everything I want to be,
and then I think of you,
and I feel okay.
❤❤❤
of all the things I lack,
and everything I want,
and everything I want to be,
and then I think of you,
and I feel okay.
❤❤❤
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