I’m a wee bit mad at you. Like how one feels when they can’t find their shoe. You have the power to change the color of my mood to blue. But I love you and it’s true. You know how to grind my gears. My friend, my lover in an illicit love affairs. My partner in crime, the knight that vanquish my fears. The gentle hand that wipe my tears. The architect psychologist that structured my broke mind. You’re a one of kind that is hard to find. This dear “friend of mine.”
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Rob