I feel as if I have chains attached to me.
Every time I finally figure out the solution to freeing myself,
You come back.
The chains grasp around me once again
Harder then the times before.
Each time you come back around,
A little piece of me gives up hope.
There will never be another quite like you.
It's my fault though.
These chains,
I placed them here.
There is no one to blame but myself.
One day I hope to be free.
One day I hope you can come around.
And when you come around,
The chains will still lay broken on the floor.
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I love you.
And I'm always here for you. And I know you know that. But I'm telling you again anyway.
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