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I am at a loss for words, which is not usual for me, sometimes I don’t want to talk, other times it seems inappropriate but rarely do I not have the vocabulary to describe my thoughts. You take my breath away sounds corny and canned like I was too busy or lazy and bought it at the Hallmark store in my daydream head, from a rack, generic. You took away my ability to express my delight for your work- while technically more accurate kinda creepy since I do not ever recall meeting you before, but holy fuck I love this shit can I have a second helping? You need like a metaphor tip jar, I’d load it up till you had trouble carrying it home.

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