I found a boy. He likes me for who I am. I like who I am when
I'm with him.
I think he's so perfect in every way shape and form, in every way possible,
and I wish so badly ythat he could see himself how I see him. He's perfect
and I can't wait until the day he asks me to be his.
I think he's so perfect in every way shape and form, in every way possible,
and I wish so badly ythat he could see himself how I see him. He's perfect
and I can't wait until the day he asks me to be his.
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