She loves me for who I
am,
she loves me for who
I’m not.
She loves me when I’m
sick,
when I’m down,
when I’m scared.
She loves me when I
want space,
when I’m distant,
when I’m mean.
She accepts me
unconditionally
and supports my
dreams.
I love her,
yes, I love her,
and still something
inside me
tells me to run.
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