My life is a mess...
You pick it up one by one with passion.
And when I fall...
You also fall so I can have someone to fall to.
We make mistakes...
And we grow, and make me avoid that false actions.
We make up with our imperfection...
And love me more... It makes imperfection perfectly beautiful.
I love you Beautiful...
You know that place between sleep and awake,
the place where you can still remember dreaming?
That's where I'll always love you...
That's where I'll be waiting.
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