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MARY PHARELL
20th May 1988
heytheremaryy@gmail.com

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

BREATHLESS.


if our love was a fairy tale,
I would charge in and rescue you .
On a yacht baby we would sail,
to an island where we’d say I do .

and if our love was a story book,
we would meet on the very first page .
the last chapter would be about
how I’m thankful for the life we’ve made.


:)))))
ily, yes I do.




i still cant believe that you're mine.