Her love is lyk d gentle breeze moving thru d east. When i'm pissed, it puts my mind at eaze jst lyk when Jesus said.. ''peace be still'' to a stormfull sea. This memory shall i cherish, till i cease to exist. Trust me, i aint teasing but of the fact that lies in my heart, i speak..
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