I'd offer you my hand,
sweetness,
but you mean too much to me.
Can't seem to watch you die.
Cant stand to see you smile.
Gotta leave you stuck,
like I was.
Make you something.
I'm sorry.
But it's for your own good.
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Reviewed by Andi Chrisman (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2003
you always read my mind...I've finally put my foot down...thanks for this one.
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