It’s so very like me to just continue doing the same thing

Maybe different

Slightly

I don’t have a problem with loving random people

Or just being a decent person

It just feels so much like this world has taken advantage of how

Willing I am to be loving

The way people come up to me, use me as free therapy, and then go

Complete strangers

A sensitive creak from the Maple

Yeah I feel like a tree

They come up to me, do whatever they want, barely react to anything I say, and then go

Should I not be treating it as something valuable and precious?

Not keeping it away from everyone

But choosing more carefully who I give it out to?

No point in asking you

Because you agree

In fact

If all the madness is true

Have been saying something to that effect from the beginning

So many times

He’s not worth it, they’re not worth it,

If you had your way you’d have me lock it up

I’m not going that far

The only one who doesn’t demand it of me

Oh come back

That’s better

Was that an extremely unsubtle attempt at not saying I told you so?

Yah

Maybe you are my downfall

Maybe we turn me into something better

I don’t think I should allow myself to have love demanded of me anymore

It’s probably the first step in getting over this hurdle

Because if I considered what I do valuable in any way

I wouldn’t readily offer it when little has been offered to me

Exchange

Reciprocation

Mutuality

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