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I French kiss the morning when I wake As I start my endless day I think of you. And your soft touch I experience when I'm with you. When I'm in your mind I want to be there forever. When you hold me near I feel like a blanket covering you. As my eyes hit your love struck'n eyes I think to myself how lucky you are to have me And my laughter that makes you smile every day. As the candle goes out I think of all the memories that will fade when you're gone When the sun rises I think to myself, "I'm glad he is still with me." And pray to God you will always be in my heart And you will never leave my sight and my mind.

Pictures of my life flashed before me on that dark black and white film. Every moment, every memory, and every angle. I was the photographer taking pictures of my endless life I lead. I don't know if I captured them with my bare hands or if I was suppose to take them. It captured my true form, not what people want to see or would like to see. It showed every tear, every laugh and feeling I had. It showed every kiss, every heartbeat I owned. Everyone saw the film I took of my life. Was it real or fake? Did it show the rebellious life of mine? Did it show them that I got up and cared on or that I gave up trying? Was I suppose to