Second attempt with watercolour ermygawddddd it's so hard to grasp. Anyway, words are an old piece of writing. They read:
Of all the places we'll never be, and all the faces we'll never meet - I met you. I love the way we tangle and play. I love that you don’t follow the rules, and sneak around the boundaries. I love the blurred lines, the fact that you try, the freedom, the possibilities. If it’s a mess we’re sinking into, if it’s a mess I’m falling into, it seems like a beautiful one. And until it all burns out, let this feeling linger for a little while -
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