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my person

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't have anything good to say to you. I could just lend you my ears, my shoulders. 

Even that I can't do much, I still hope I'm the first person you think of when you have something to tell. Call me selfish, but I have one tiny hope that I'm the only one you would want to tell anything to. 

Because you're certainly the person I want to tell everything.

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