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Endless Love


How can we forget,

the endless times we cried because we were full of regret,

We never meant to say the things we said,

it was in the moment and we needed to clear our head,

intentially no,

this person to us is no foe,

but we whined until we got our way because that's just how it goes.

We only thought of ways to get what we want,

not questioning anything not even a thought,

brought up this way because that's how we were taught.

Now we've grown up and begin to look back,

at a time in our life when things were thought to be out of whack,

when in fact we've been given this care who we cannot recieve from no other,

there once was a brother, a dad, and even a mother. 

 

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