.
I could write a million words.
Pick up my pen every single day.
Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time.
And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
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❤ this!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A beautiful thought.
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I love this. ❤
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Well thanks! HA!
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