Tear, tear, as my heart drops down sinking through my body to my feet on the floor. Wishing you were here heping me through my fear of the world. Wanting to be with you every step of the way. Wanting you to help me, i will never be so satisfied if you would just sit, listen, and talk to me. My heart has never been so full with love before, since i meet you. The stitching from my heart was ripped over and over, also torn over and over, before i meet you. You have brought the needle and thread, stitching my heart back. Every stitch you make sends a shot of love through my body.
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