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My baby... He was MY baby my boy. He was mine, mine, mine, MINE, m I n e, M I N E. Mine, every inch of his existence was mine. I claimed every piece, every flaw, every scar, every single thing was mine. When all of his brooding monotone vibes would fade, the soft, precious baby, who made the sweetest little noises when I would call him beautiful belonged to me. I respected him more then I have ever to any of my past interests. His eyes, his hair, his jaw, God his nose I loved every feature... His lips were beautiful. I'm regret so much never seeing him smile~ I can only imagine how sweet it would look with his dimples. I loooove him, I will always love him. And if he let's me I will cherish him forever with platonic adoration when we both are okay to be friends again

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