It's kind of strange, this love we share. It's different and complicated, yet ordinary and simple. It's grotesquely beautiful, yet kindly undeserving. I open my soul to you, you open your arms to me. Inspite of me, I let you in. Dispite you, you push you me out. I'm bold and obvious, you're shy and passive. I speak, you listen. I cradle your ego,
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