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I've only ever known you, so I grew up knowing nothing else.

as long as he's sweet enough to bake, my teeth can fall, and ache and break

to grow up fast, wanting to die young.

Don't want to specify, but if I must, what I like is...

I hate the roses, but I want to love.

I only want to be loved, but even that is too much.

but then I get that feeling, again, and know I can't do this again.

I won't beg, but I won't ever stop, so please love me too.

but maybe I shouldn't

The thought that you would never be hard to find blinded my senses, leaving me raw to the truth that you could be.