If I had seams, they’d burst. Limits, they’d shatter. Doubts, they’d vanish. Tears, conquered. Worries, shredded. Because I, your faithful servant and doting guardian, who hears your innermost thoughts, who walks in your shoes, and who lingers in your breath, can hardly contain the joy I feel over who you’ve become.
Of course, you have little idea of what I’m talking about, but you will. And trust me, you’ll be overwhelmed, too.
Had to get that out, or I don’t know what else would have burst.
Thoughts become things… choose the good ones! ®
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