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I stood there, head leaning slightly back, eyes half open and heavy.
My mouth was slack-jawed.
My shoulders splayed themselves in unnecessary defiance.
My arms hung uselessly as I hazily stared at myself in the mirror.
I marveled at their veins glowing in the glare of the computer screen.
My fingers were twitching.
I had been washed clean.
You know who you are.
The person that made this and this and this and this and this and this… very special to me.
You might not truly realize how much of an impact you’ve had on my life, and it might not always seem that way by the way I act towards you, but thank you for everything you’ve done.
I’m so glad that I met you, and I don’t think there’s any way else to express this except with “Thank you”.
…So thank you. Thank you so much. You make my life better every single day that I think about you and I only wish that I could make you as happy as you make me.
Every time I hear these songs, all I can do is think of you. I can only hope that they make you as happy as I do every time I hear them.