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I have a new found respect. Harsh are the words you skin off your tongue but rushing forward at you is this immense anger from a loved one.
Sullen at first the silence remains. Leaving dust to fall and wonderment to dispel the moment of your archaic ways. Hiding from the cover of the sun
you'll hold this piece of care that welds and never brakes. You see the unfolding of a different person but same situation take hold of a loved one.
Words come out like an uncaring person but deep down the remnants of love still leave you caring. Suddenly the loved one doesn't get it and breakage
turns to a must and tears are forming to your tall and cold demeanor. A mothers arm is there and outside seems like the town's fair. Away from the tense that
could hook wire onto anyone's neck. Later. Curving toward the door a must to explain and to regret is held in the knock. Yet a loved one who doesn't get it is
offended and obliged to defend and feel sorrow too. Knocking on the door doesn't do much just got to stand and feel the embrace of tears because you care too much
and words may not come easy but they sanctify your true intentions. So come down and lay while the terminal anger builds till enlightenment falls your loved one and he gets it.

Description
I have a new found respect. Harsh are the words you skin off your tongue but rushing forward at you is this immense anger from a loved one.
Sullen at first the silence remains. Leaving dust to fall and wonderment to dispel the moment of your archaic ways. Hiding from the cover of the sun
you'll hold this piece of care that welds and never brakes. You see the unfolding of a different person but same situation take hold of a loved one.
Words come out like an uncaring person but deep down the remnants of love still leave you caring. Suddenly the loved one doesn't get it and breakage
turns to a must and tears are forming to your tall and cold demeanor. A mothers arm is there and outside seems like the town's fair. Away from the tense that
could hook wire onto anyone's neck. Later. Curving toward the door a must to explain and to regret is held in the knock. Yet a loved one who doesn't get it is
offended and obliged to defend and feel sorrow too. Knocking on the door doesn't do much just got to stand and feel the embrace of tears because you care too much
and words may not come easy but they sanctify your true intentions. So come down and lay while the terminal anger builds till enlightenment falls your loved one and he gets it.