Why.A Poem by MaryYou make me feel alive.You make me feel alive,
When you ask me to explain how much I love you, its as if your asking me to count all of your freckles, but that would take a day.
It took me a long time to find you, the way it takes all afternoon to find a four leaf clover but when you find it, it was worth all of the searching.
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StatsAuthorMaryvenice, FLAboutHi, I'm Mary. I'm a 15 year old girl, a feminist, and a cat lover. I enjoy writing, blogging and photography. I like sharing tea with my lovely Bradley. more..Writing
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