Glee is the downfall of my literary prowess. I try and write something profound, and yet it crashes and burns. I blame you. You and your smile, your tendencies, your beauty. You took my life and did a 180 degree turn with it. Now I am happy, and in exchange for that I cannot write. You and your love, your affection, your determination to keep me amiable. I blame you for this block.
And I would not have it any other way.
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