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strand of hair no.4

Sometimes the people I care about don't realize I care for them Or not that much

They don't realize it

I'd do the biggest small things for them I'd fill a basket of paper cranes for them I'd be all ears for them I'd run my life away with them I'd open their eyes to the world I'd go to hell and back for them I'd paint a beautiful interpretation of life for them

I don't want them to return the care I just want them to acknowledge the care And to appreciate the care