My first love saved me
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to the boy who ate peanut butter everything
i found the jar last month
to the boy who covered my scrapes and bruises
i needed a bandaid last week
to the boy who talked during movies
In the lands of the sorrow and the vallys of the weak there is but one thing every man wishes to seek, even though the lowest of the lows bring us to our knees we soon begin to relize that even the hottest days have a gentle breeze.
