I admire you so much. You always seem to be so cool, and levelheaded. Always calm. Sly, knowing what to say. What to do. Like James Bond or something. Even when you're under pressure and you're panicked you still know exactly what to do. That isn't the only reason I admire you. You know that. A truly beautiful and spectacular piece of art. Put together by the gods themselves.
It's like that one Lana Del Ray song. "It's you, it's you, it's all for you.. Everything I do. Heaven is a place on Earth with you." Even though I don't belive in Heaven or anything like that.
I admire Lana Del Ray a lot too, but not in the same way I do you. I don't think I could ever feel this strong admiration about someone like I do you. You do no wrong I swear. Perfection.
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Poetrythis isn't a love story. it's a tragedy. it's a collection of memories because that's all I have left besides the failure and guilt searing into my brain. I can't believe I'm dedicating an entire book to this bullshit. it's like that one cliché that...
