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My job is to be with you


I may not be her first her last or her only.she may adore again however she cherishes me now and thats what matters. She may not be immaculate however not, one or the other am I will clutch her and  provide for her the most that I can. I am human and I make mistakes.she may not be considering me each second of the day, however she will give er a piece of her that she knows I can make her extremely upset, and she knows she can break mine. So I won't  harm her, I won't transform her, I won't dissect as well as expect more than she can give. I will Smile when she makes me cheerful, let her know when she makes me distraught, and I'll miss her when she's not there

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