My Dearest Friend!
Something stange is happening to me very deep inside.I can't identify it as of now, but. I know soon, it wouldn't be able to hide.
Whatever it is, it sort of have this stange, but good feeling.
I'll try my best to make it turn out with a good dealing.
Love is blind and love is sweet.
Love is a four letter word without a seat.
Love can run from the bottom of the floor, to the top of the ceiling.
In all reality it's just one big feeling.
Where does it stop and/or where does it end.
No One really knows besides the next Dearest Friend!
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