I tell people I love them
Because it's true
We're supposed to love
Even when slew
I call people darlin',
dear, beautiful, or handsome,
Don't over think it
Or, hold my words ransom.
I made a choice,
To be this way.
We are all unique,
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
No matter what level,
of pain or sadness I'm in.
Don't over think it,
You don't see me within.
I may not be joyful enough,
Hiding how I feel.
But, these words are truth,
When truth keeps it real.
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