Nicknamed "Body Builder"
Over the moon with my feelings,
can't stop sailing in my mind through the sea of greatness,
finding a quality man that fits my quality way of life is anything but beautiful,
the taste of it is edible,
when depressed I borrowed other people's smiles,
purposely made wrong turns to punish my soul,
slept with my back turn unitl depression vacated my bed,
search for sunlight until I found my happiness,
he's nicknamed "body builder"
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