I still think you're perfect

Tomorrow morning Boo me and you will go to the opthalmologist because you might have a lazy eye. I wonder if you do how do you see the world, how do you see me. This isn't a big deal I know but I lay here tonight feeling sorry for you. I know you hate strangers and especially men and this guys going to be all up in your grill. I wish I could do it for you, I wish your world would be filled with fairies, rainbows and farting unicorns. I promise tomorrow after the doctor we'll go feed the ducks.

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