The Beautiful Mess Of Us
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Complete Sun, Mar 10, 201910m
I call you my hero
You ask why do I think your a hero and all I can say is that your just my hero
You smile even though I can't see it through the screen I can just tell by the way you text back
-His thoughts-
You call me your hero
I don't understand why if no one has told me I was their hero ever
It brings a smile with you knowing hoping I could see if your smiling like I am
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