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Maybe it's true

I care about what people think

so much that I'd

lose myself,

hurt myself,

sacrafice myself-

to be their image of love.

To give without intent to recieve

to listen even if 

I don't believe

to do for another 

when my insides begin to quiver

to forgive

until my intuition kicks in

and wake me up

strengthening me again

telling those evil voices to

"shut the fuck up"-

yeah,

She's the one I listen to

She's the reason grey skies turn blue

within an hour of the day

She's the reason I stop running

and start to notice I'm blessed

with where I'm at and

I'm meant to stay...