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Mar 24, 2006 22:41

Blah blah blah.

We've been planning this wedding shower for months and I can't believe it's tomorrow.

You make me nervous and I wish I had the guts to be myself around you. Or talk to you. That's a good start.

You make me want to show you pictures of what people with skin cancer look like, because baby with all that tanning you do, that will be you in five years.

"You give me hope, and hope it gives me life
you touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light
as I exhale I hear your voice
and I answer you, though I heardly make a noise
and from my lips the words I choose to say
seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
because I love you
oh God, I love you"
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