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January 27, 2014
You tell me every day, how my laugh is the one sound you could spend the rest of your life cherishing.

You say how it can start off small, and increase as I grow weaker to the emotion, how it fills me to the brim to let it go mere seconds later. How I attempt to hold it in when I know I should not; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way my lips curve before releasing unexpectedly.

Oh, how you know me.