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I pull she pulls back i push she push back the constant struggle seems to constantly lap our hearts in this race, its maturity we lack, DAMN I thought i was grown I thought i was a man someone to lean on someone who had love figured out and the world in the palm of his hand, but i guess not it seems I'm missing something because with all the joy and happiness comes pain and sorrow with a dagger in its cold palm but no not long deep wound it inflicts but quick precise insertions into my main arteries then no longer i can breath because it seems the more we grow the less we blossom i try and try to patch those wounds but the simple fact is that they seem fatal, but i will continue to stitch and add pressure until that green line straightens up and dances no more because even though we have times of pain and sorrow and many tears, our happiness has prevailed the last 3 years because of our stubborn minds and strong character even when our hearts reach the darkness of night there is always a morning and she is my light.... You think she would like this shyt? It could be better but what ever...