This is what i would say to my jacob, if i can even say he is mine.
How do i even start off, do i start off saying that i dont know how to start off,or do i pour my moyo out,that first word, i dont know anymore..Because with you, nothing is the way it seems, au the way it was before. Everything changes even the way im supposed to write this, you've confused me.
OK,, i think is this part where i pour my moyo out right?? if not. im going to sound.. odd. but who cares now? not you. wewe wont even read this my love.
ok here i go, keep me from falling.
I meet wewe on a saturday, on the first saturday...
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