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  • Smiling through the height of life,
    Teen years past, collage strife.
    I gather my wits about me and fly
    I write and feel, I laugh and cry

    I'd stay with you my love, I could
    But tied down I'd be, then I would
    Did I believe in ever after, darling?
    I did, before the fights and snarling.

    Love you and leave you, it will be.
    So don't be telling your secrets to me.
    Don't ask for my love or to be free.
    Don't ask me to be what I can't be.

    I could be this person for you.
    I could say I would, but it wouldnt be true.
    I could, I know, then curl up and say,
    That I never felt about you that way.

    Can't play these games, a waste of time.
    I am who I am and that is just fine.
    I am in the real world, and I am strong.
    And I hope you'll be here with me 'fore long.
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