When I got done with talking with you ... I was sorry for my loss. I miss you and today certain shows it. I am tired and sad. I suppose I might be addicted to you. If so, I will not seek treatment, only furthering my addiction. I love you Tawnya to the depths of my soul.
You are my air that I need to live ... my blood ... you are my love.
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That I love this dear special woman is my chant and call.
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