When you run, if I can I always follow you.

When you hide, I seek you out.

When you're in pain, I try to soothe.

If I caused it, I apoligize.

I always mean it, everytime.

When the tables turn, you never follow suit.

Is that how you want me to treat you?

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That's sad. Nice write. I

That's sad. Nice write. I enjoyed reading this.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "