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What The Shadow Self Wants

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I want your love

Tell me you love my ideas
Tell me I did my best
Tell me that nobody else matters to you but me
Tell me you'll help clear out my fears

Give me your hand to hold on to
Give me your shoulder to cry
Give me a warm, affectionate gaze
Give me the belief that I'm the best

I know there are better people out there
With more drive, passion and love
I just want to know that I am
One person who makes your world explode with joy

Show me your acceptance of my nature
All the good, the bad and the in between
I have been taught to judge and hate my imperfection
I need your compassion for my peace

Take me to a place far away
Where the stars meet the sea
Hold my face in your gaze
As though within me, you see beauty

I don't need you to put me on a pedestal
I don't need you to put me down
I only want your acceptance, understanding and love
That tells me, no matter what, I'll be safe and sound.

Give me some sunshine 
Give me some rain
Give me another chance 
I wanna grow up once again...!

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