Treasure Island

tree Ryd

(19 June 1988 / Jakarta)

EVERYTHING


I love you like I love my son

I love you like I love my little brother

I love you like I love my twin

I love you like I love my friend

I love you like I love my birthday

I love you like I love my dolls

I love you like I love pizza

I love you like I love wind

I love you like I love trees

I love you like I love cakes

I love you like I love books

I love you like I love movies

I love you like I love my sweet dreams

I love you like I love milk

I love you like I love candies

and,

I love you like you're everything to me

And I just want you to know if you meant a lot to me, just like everything....

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2008

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