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Unconditional Love

Red #1 Entry #2 2-23-12 Are you really gonna start this now? Do you want me to take a bow? We just got home Now I’m stuck with you In this imprisoned dome I’ve got no other choice But to hear you nagging voice About him, her, and them And especially me I’ve learned to ignore your impudence But your yelling and your paranoia Has put me off the edge I’m sick of your mood swings I’m sick of your stereotyping I’m sick of your exclamations I’m sick of your illusions I’m pretty sure you’re sick of me Now I’m sick of you too What do you want me to do?

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