Shout it from the rooftops that this is what I'm all about and I don't need you to define me and I don't need you to like me and I just want you to love me but maybe that's not what's best for me anyway so I'm going to find myself in between the pages and the sheets and all the places they tell you to look because I don't know where else to start but here in my heart and in your eyes and in his arms and that's so much more than enough for me. In fact sometimes it feels like everything. Aren't you scared of all that this world has to offer?
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