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this is to you. this is for me. this is to him. for us... the trinity. for my birthday and the week after. for the months in the hospital. for the years after that. for the scars. the mental breakdowns. the love i want to hold forever but end up shaking. for being there as soon as you could, i know, it bothers you still. godspeed... this is for the times we don't get along, sometimes we hate the things that love us because we can't. for the summer months ahead when we return as kings with nothing to show for it, but empty hands. for the changed hearts. to you, for you, my dear... is why i'm here.