You gave me pieces of myself - you came bearing gifts I didn't even know existed - you made me laugh - gave me peace - saw what was really there - and somehow made it beautiful. And I hope you go through life painting all the people with those brush strokes, because that will change this place, and give it meaning - give it depth - break its hardness.
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I am interested to know who this is about. Care to share?
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