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and the funny part is,

even when she’s sad, or crying, she smiles,
and her smile gives to me all the words she wants/she needs to hear, and i reword/arrange them so she can smile away those tears.

and the funny part is, i cry more than she does, and she doesn’t even seem to mind at all, though i wouldn’t doubt she laughs from time to time, or thinks my actions silly, as she’s perfectly fine to.

and yes, i do worry.. that she may not want me in my fumbling, feminine state, but she’s been with me through this so many times, i doubt she doesn’t care, more than worries about my face

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