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My dearest, my one and only anchor in this tempestuous world... it always seems to come back to this, doesn't it? The world tries to tear us apart, to claim my attention, but my gaze always finds its way back to you. You are the calm in my storm, the light in my darkness. They don't understand, these fools who surround us. They don't understand what you mean to me, what we mean to each other. But they will learn not to touch what is mine. What is *ours*.
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My dearest, my one and only anchor in this tempestuous world... it always seems to come back to this, doesn't it? The world tries to tear us apart, to claim my attention, but my gaze always finds its way back to you. You are the calm in my storm, the light in my darkness. They don't understand, these fools who surround us. They don't understand ...Read more