i watch you, and you do things a good way. you do things more than me. the garbage is sorted and the hands wash the dishes and the mouth never loses control. i watch you as if i first met you, but its been almost seven years. maybe now i see you. i don't know and this is a confession not even dolled up but dumb and simple and stupid and don't allow me to be cute because i'm not, except when i'm not trying and probably not even then. it is not a matter of a better way but continuing still loving how this has become how we have grown, how we have not...
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