...i rememba wen we first met
how it felt so ryt
lyk home
a dream com true
a wish granted
i neva figured tins would get so screwed up
maybe it'd all be different if i'm wit some1 else
or maybe it'd all be just as bad
but den again, tinking, as messed up as evrytn myt be
u are still d 1 i want
u ar d 1 i love
& wit u is whre i 4eva want 2 b
u are my home.....
wishes av deir own drims & fanta6
& lyf is nt so kind as 2 let us av al dat we wish 4
bt avn u s simply a dim com true,
a fantasy turned reality,
a wish blossomd in2 an xperience...
rily, words can neva tell
of the surge of joy dat erupts within me
ech tym i tink of u
u mean 2 me mch more dan words can eva know
in u i've finally found my home... ?
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