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...!

~ Give me some sunshine, 3 Idiots

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