At my doorstep.

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When I was you I didn't know you'll be at my doorstep cringe away. It was a miracle you came to my house. You filled me with joy no hate or doubt was in me. As you were the key to my heart and soul. The warmth in my could blood. You you had made everything happy since the day I poked you up from your basket and took you to a place you could home.

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