A mark for every breath you take, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you suck your thumb, wave hello, close your eyes and sleep in the most perfect darkness. One for every time you have the hiccups. One for every dream you dream within me. It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it ugly. That's OK. It is your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dream about who you are and who you will be. It holds you until my arms can, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it.
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I seriously just looked for the "like" button! Ahh, facebook. But, I like this.
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