There ship wasbright and sterile,
like a hospital.
I kept thinking
if I live through this
I'll never tell anyone.
This isn't my story.
Seems to me as though my story has only just begun.
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2 comments:
I can't wait to be there while your story unfolds :)
You are my favorite, kay? Remember that.
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