My hands are at my thighs, and my wrists at my pocket, suicide nowhere in sight, never was, never will be. My legs feel stronger, strong enough to support the arms which i hold you with, the ones that you say are so strong, such strength weighs alot(im a fatty). I love you, i wish i could have warmed you with my arms lastnight. They arent furry,
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