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today
i decided
i needed to tell you
how much you mean
to me
so today
i told you
i wanted to meet
up
at the park
you nodded
and gave me a
confused look
we met up
and
i took a deep
breath
hoping this will
go as planned
and i looked into
your eyes
and told you
i love you
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