Loving You

Loving You

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I have died many times inside, So when I tell you loving you keeps me alive, I'm not telling you lies. Loving you gives me the hope that I need to survive. Did you know that Spending time with you, gives me a reason to get out of bed? A reason to want to grow and become a better me? When I tell you I don't want to be alone, it's not because I'm striving to gain your attention, but rather to feel you near and feel your love. What you don't know is that, loving you makes me forgot about how much I hate myself. Loving you is putting all my love I could never give myself and putting it to good use. Your love is a reminder to me, that if someone can love a dying soul in that way; if someone can hold them and tell them they are worth something, that they deserve to be loved. That right there gives me a reason to breathe again, because unfortunately, self love doesn't always come first. Love cannot heal me but it can guide me through the bitter nights. It can help me see how beautiful and strong I am, even more than I realize. When I tell you please don't leave it's because I am scared of a world without you in it! But loving you teaches me how to love myself.
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