He's

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He's captivated my mind putting me into a trance only picturing me and him in this thing we call a bad romance, he's tamed my inner soul with just one touch of his hand. He's my comfort, my nice warm security blanket on a cold stormy night, one sound of his voice pulls me back into reality when I feel I'm ready to crumble he's the angel god has blessed me with to take away my sorrows, he's my man, my logical half when I feel I'm overwhelmed about to be on a mentally deranged mission, he's my king

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