always keep fighting
thank you, sweet one, for telling me I was special
you pressed your hand to mine
you looked me in the eyes
you made my words feel like they mattered
perhaps this feeling is not unique
but, boy, you sure made me feel like something else
and I find it hard to believe that playing an angel is not method acting for you
and I think, perhaps, I'm going to be okay
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