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I love hard... Its one of the reasons my first instinct is not to at all.

Usually, Im pretty meticulis, but the realization of love has the power to make the toughest and most thurough fall.

My love is strong... My energy is a bit of a presence. I dont know why Im so possesive, but refuse to be possesed. How can I be so controlling... yet refuse to be controlled.

How is it that I demand so much respect; then propell my anger in a condescending nature.

I love stubbornley...                                                                                          and I stubbornley love you.