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dear osamu,

i've always thought of love as a scary thing, as something unpredictable and something that would steal your breath like carbon dioxide.

but it was never like that with you. never. because you're the air to my lungs, the match to my candle, the home to my heart.

may it be in this life or the next one, but you'll have my heart in your hands 'til the day we die.

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