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It's your birthday, and that little spec of affection has blown away. Oh how the wind blows stronger and stronger everyday. The reality kicks in again, I'm glad your happy, I really am. Day by day you're growing, but so am I. We've both got spiritual bonds that you're completely avoiding. "Teacher Conduct" Yes that's the one. My life couldn't get any better. You're vaulting ambition to pursue that career was perfect, perhaps not in my lifetime. You're perfect: you're glistening hair, strutting along with your cream pink bag, you're beautiful face, you're intellectual handwriting. You're proud of me, yes you are. Why won't this pride last any longer? You will never recognise my abnormal behaviour, well that goes without saying; I keep it all in. Am I a burden to you? Probably. My conscience won't let you go, have we met in another life - if there is a reason for everything then this must be true. I just want to be in your hands forever. You hugged me yesterday, and that radiation has emitted into my heart and is longing for more.