If liking Sing makes me ****ed up, then so be it. I am one ****ed up mother****er. But you know what? Being in love makes you ****ed up. It changes the way you think. You see the world differently. Colors are brighter. Happiness actually means something. Whenever I think of holding Sing's hand my stomach tightens up and I want to wrap my arms around the world.
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