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Feb 2015
Most of my life those who cared called me emotional
Never understood what that meant till I got older
Reflecting back to when times were colder
Crying for hours in need
Of a shoulder to lean on
Lovers called me weird and needy
Treated me like a klingon
Only wanted one thing
Steady leading me on
A never ending cycle
Of a woman yearning to belong
To a man who loves her
With a heart so strong
Even the demons can't touch him
Turns out he's been there all along
When the right person comes along, you'll know it. Sometimes that person has always been there and you won't realize till the time is right and you've forgiven yourself for all your past mistakes.
FionaGrape
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FionaGrape  NeverNeverLand
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