Inhale. Exhale.That feeling of relief that washes Over my shoulders after a deep breath,That is my love. When the world is cold and cruel,He is a tall cup of hot chocolate.When I cannot find peace even within myself,He is the laugh that reminds me not takemyself and this world so seriously.When life gives us lemons,we put it in our water to build our immunity.Our love is two birds on a branch,We could be flying anywhere,But we choose fly together.Inhale. Exhale.
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