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sort of wrote it for me?… well, baby…I SORT of wrote this for you… How can you love me, After what I had done? How can this love be, With me as the one? I don’t deserve this, You deserve more. I can bring my bliss, But guess who it’s for. My bliss is in you, When you’re happy as I. Now what I do, I will have an answer why. ( continued in next note )

You’re why I do these things, Not for me anymore. I’ll shut out all your pains, And deadbolt the door. I’ll push through your hated, And scoop up your hunted. I’ll bring you from jaded, And make you the wanted. I’ll push back the hating, And take in the hunting.

I’ll kill off the jading, And bring back the wanting. I’ll strive for your being, Even if it ends me. I’ll stop you from fleeing, From what brings you glee. I’ll lock inside, If it hurts out there. I’ll let you outside, If is smothers in here. I’m giving myself to you, To do what you want to do. We’ll be forever together, I’m yours forever, Heather.

love is a funny emotion. like they always say there is a thin line between love and hate it just depends on the people giving and receiving