I have been made queen, resting on his chest.
I was spoiled, with every touch.
I miss you.
I will miss this...when you're gone.
I miss you.
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Im not a writer, but i don't like the sound of my own voice. So i right what i hear in my head. I am a photographer. I capture moments that make me smile,laugh,cry and even angry. I freeze time and study it. Over time it becomes my own, personal little moment, that i want everyone to be apart of.
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