The candles are lit. I'm listening to a wonderful song. It's night. I'm crying. I can't talk to you because either you're busy or gone. I need to talk to you,but it's so hard. Well it's still night and tommorrow is another day of seeing you. Until the last candle is blown out I will cry. But I'll still keep crying after that last candle because I love you so much I cry because I can't tell you or show how much I love you. Well here's the last candle and I'm still crying. I can't stop. Please listen to me if I say I love you because I'll come home crying until that last candle to be blown out.
Reason for writing:
Mike
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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