I loved you
Not the love that makes your heart flutter, that makes you giggly and bubbly
But the love that makes you consumed by them and their every want, need, and worry
the love that makes you lose yourself because you are too focused on them, what you can do for them, how they can be happy and content
The love that would make you do anything for them no matter what it was, good or bad
And the love that makes you forget
I deserve to be loved too
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The Mysteries Of The Mind
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