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Is it really true? Is it really possible?
Possible that people who are supposed to know you,
Hate you for twenty years or nothing?
Oh wait for their son choosing to marry me?
My mind boggles as all the attempts to
Reconcile our nonexistent affection for each other
They choose to hold a grudge that I am not privy to,
Don't get me wrong I'm not wasting anymore breath that I have on it, or them, and their begrudging assistance, they'd rather see theirs own blood fail, not here, not on my watch!
Look out he's crossing over to the ssmooth side!
And I am. Loving it! I knew he was special, but give me a big hand
This is a keeper! Because,
He is starting to see the cracks in their veneer!