My dearest...

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You are the "Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss." to my wigged Jack Manifold.

You are the wind to my storm; the storm that brews deep inside and clashes uh with ur lightning after ur wind has allowed me to taken flight and then we both die (written by ace but you get it shawty ;) <3 ).

You are the peanut butter to my friend's nut allergy, a beautiful temptation that may end in my very death.

You are the Nask to my Guackimole jokes, the Ace to my Gogy simp jokes.

You are the red and white shirt and can of coke to my Tommyinnit, and the Tubbo to my bees.

You are the Ranboo to my Enderwalk, the Geppy to my Muffinhead; I burn you? You melt me.

You are ever-lovely, though people may change like the tides in the ocean, and I will always be by your side.

You are the berries to my origin smp Fundy, and the ridiculously high iq to my Toast.

You are the blue Friend to my Ghostbur but more than platonically.

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