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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.

I lie, because I am Human.

I hope it only beats for you