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“him and i? we're like the waves and the sand on the beach i keep coming back to him, no matter how far i wander off we're like a candle and it's flame with him, i burn brighter than i ever have we're also like the calming shower of rain cause' he washes away my insecurities with just one single look we're like two hands entwining, filling in the empty spaces in our hearts with the other's presence we're like the thunderous sky it's electrifying when we're together we're so much like eve and the apple that the temptation will last forever him and i? we're like the lovers this universe can never recreate and the one like him, i can't find another.”

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