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Feb 2013
I bought you flowers.
A gift.
I bought you a card.
A gift.
I put all my feelings within this and send them to you.
I brought you love.
A gift.
You just refuse to see the pleasure of it.
But you knew it was there.
You just refused to receive it.

I offered you comfort.
A gift.
I offered you support.
A gift.
I alerted you that I was here when you had no place to turn.
But your pride hindered all of this.
But you knew it was there upon your reguest.
For in me you won't find a sign of selfishness.

The door is always open to you.
To come and receive this gift offered unto you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Timothy
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