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May 2011
If I gave it all to you, would it matter?
And say I did, do you think you would notice?

Because I’m climbing mountains you make look like hills,
I’m crossing borders I thought were impassable,
And saying things I swore against.

It’s so easy to do these things for you,
You never even asked me to.

But you, the only one I ever wanted to hear those praises from,
You never find the words.

Please tell me it’s there.
Tell me plainly that I mean as much to you as you do to me.

And please someone reassure me,
Pray I don’t care for you so much, for your inability to care.
Written by
Elise
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