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finally found someone who makes me happy, so why cant mom just be happy for me  she doesnt even know him and she chooses to hate is there something im not seeing 
I am protective. I run into crimson blood battles, And cloud rimmed frays, For the right person. I climb towers of insecurities, And bravely dive into uncertainty, Rage, my gravity, Only
  Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness  My love is real, unwavering Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe  My breathe is for you, unheedingly 
Oh honey, lock the door on the way out, and shut those windows, keep the daylight out! We don't want scary strangers looking in. Oh and stay indoors, rapists will snatch you in
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