I love you.
But I love myself more.
And if my quiet rises above my roar once again,
I shall find it
where it always has been.
Waiting among the willows
of my soul.

I love you.
But I love myself more.
And if my quiet rises above my roar once again,
I shall find it
where it always has been.
Waiting among the willows
of my soul.

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