Sigh. You don't think I love you for who you are? I want to... why would I be doing this? Sigh.
I feel like you don't love me for who I am... Sigh.
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- Neil
- Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born into Eternal Life.
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