what i write here, may have started light hearted and uplifting, and laxadazy. But since it has become my outlet, my way to sort my mind and evaluate my heart. You tell me I'm your soul, and i can only lately reply in kind. My heart, my soul, my soul's mate, my anchor. My anchor more so than SW ever was; a beacon in a storm at sea.
I hope to hell I walk in today, dropping you off for detox, is as helpful for you as is needed; i can't lose you.
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