I can only imagine the strain, of being known.

I can only imagine the stress, of producing something worth it.

I can only imagine what you go through, I can only think of you, and think of your family.

I think you have a beautiful family.

I think you’re all beautiful.

I, as one person, cannot buy every album off the shelf, but if I could I would buy every one until I could send you to platinum and share your music to everyone

You’re so much of me,

Even though we’re not the same.

If love is enough, I send it when I am able,

The right words don’t come out,

And I did that one thing,

That thing everyone hates,

When someone approaches claiming to know everything when they know nothing.

It took me this long, this stumbling mess,

To realise I did that,

And too much else,

And that unless read aloud by the one two wrote it,

Much would be read out of context.

I never meant anything to hurt you, I never meant anything to cause pain,

And I love you.

Even when my heart is afraid to love.

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