Pure Love
fuck, I feel like a teenager again and not like a abused housewife.
Pure love, I adore him, his name his smile his laugh...everything.
I can finally breathe, I'm not drowning anymore. I'm actually good for once, I'm on my
feet because of him. God I wish to have this feeling forever even when I'm 90 and dying...I want him by my side until I'm 90...just him.
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Pure Love
PoetryJust a story/poem about how I've been feeling lately, I'm finally on my feet.
