Part one of endless scribbling

Tell me to forget everything

But not you

As you'll remain inside me for eternity

As a spirit that picks me up when I fall

As a Santa Claus in my dreams

Cause you were the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind

And will always be.

Love, Farrier09

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