What's Your Favorite Color (Current)
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If only we weren't irresponsible then maybe he would have been happier with me. I tried my hardest every day, yet it never was enough. Give. Give. Give. And what do I get in return? More grief to carry in our cart full of burden... My cart full of burden as I recall him saying night after night. So in the end I stand still beside him hoping he'll appreciate me. I even wore it tonight to try and make his day a little better. I even wore it so that he could see how much I love him. I'm even wearing it right now...
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