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Memory upon memory,

get stacked upon this shelf.

How could I learn to love him,

if I didn’t love myself?

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He was reaching out to me,

arms out stretched to break my fall.

But I didn’t seem to care much,

nothing mattered to me at all.

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I was blind and couldn’t see,

the love he had to give.

I didn’t know that I could love,

nor that I could live.

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I was in a darkened place,

searching for a light.

But soon realized that’s just what he was,

and he could help me win this fight.

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I started reaching for his light,

and slowly opened my heart to him.

But he started to pull away,

and my light started to dim.

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All the others before him,

and all their hurtful lies.

Are collecting dust on the shelf above,

the bed in which I cry.

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I love him with all my heart,

him in my life is a must.

Cause I don’t want him to be like the others,

on the shelf collecting dust.



~*~ Jill ~*~