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[flaws]

you don't always say the right thing. sometimes you are too cold for me.

you hold back on occasion.

but, boy, nobody around here will hug me like you do. they don't love me like you do. i don't feel special. or pretty. or amazing when i am around them. you make me happy. you don't let go of me until i am done with the need to be hugged.

and. that's. per.fect.

January 14, 2004 - 11:43 pm

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