my angel

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My angel, my Diane.  I’ve become so totally dependent on her.  I constantly need her beside me.  We sleep all snuggled up and in the day time there is always one part of my body that touches her.  If she’s out of my sight for even a second, I immediately start worrying.  I draw life from her.  The warmth of her body enters mine and fills me up.  As long as she’s there, I’ll be alright.  Even if I’m not alright, I’ll be alright.

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