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...understand. So please protect me, my dear friend And thanks for loving me true, But please let me keep my paintbrush with me Until I love me, too. These two poems make so much sense in my life, that reading them, even today, makes me cry at how close to home they are. Hopefully I can get through this rough patch that has plagued my life, and look back on this time with relatively fond memories.
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