I remember what life was like without you.
I remember the loneliness that was so deep I feared I might drown in it.
I remember the sorrow that permeated even the parts of my life that should have held joy.
I remember the prayers that I offered endlessly.
"Please God"
I remember the moment that I knew you were the answer.
I know how perfectly imperfect you are.
But I do not care.
Because I remember what life was like without you.
IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
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I feel like bakers are trying to tell us something, you guys.
I'm just not sure WHAT.
Speak to me, Deadpan Penguin! *What is it?* What's wrong?
Is...
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