Eric VanEpps
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Dearest ****,
If I could look upon you as often as I think of you, I'd never be able to close my eyes. You never "cross" my mind; you stay reposed upon its core, affecting and directing every thought, every decision. Your breathing is the pace for the beating of my heart.
07:26 PM - Jan 12, 2024
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