Written on 30th of September, on the impulse of worry, fear, anxiety and love. Dedicated to a close person of mine. "A thousand sorry's won't thank you enough"
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Though my whispering plead may not reach your heart,
I've come to vow, this much easier hath then sound.
So much hassle and miraculous misunderstanding
But as I engraved each word, be it a year and a half
I love thee, not one's talent or pride.
The hatred filled traits that bring sorrow to some
I have learned to accept, and worship for mine
This truth such an obscurity appeared a lie to you
As on behalf of my own self, trust me I beg
That to my last breath
I am here
Forever.
