My looks might call me one
But I am no saint!
I have my darknesses
Judge me!
But let fair reflections from my lights on your life
Defend me!
I love 💕 you
But...I will rather go mend my sick heart!
I do have a request!
Do at least Close this door gently on your way out,
And whisper your byes born of enmity, with love!
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