Maybe I care way too much
Maybe I hold on too strong
All I crave is just a response
To be sure I’m not alone
Maybe I talk a little too much
Maybe I’m so dirtily flawed
Yet sometimes I too need a hug
To be sure I’ve got someone
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Annabel
PoetryA voice of innocence, a cry of belonging, a yearning of friendship From a heart that's delicate, pure as cotton and soft as wool Seeking for something as true
