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if i’m crazy for loving you, then they can commit me. i'd be crazy for you over being in a sane state of incomplete. crazy you, you complete crazy me. and when they attempt to step inside my box to understand me and you, i'm not even gonna let them in. this is my padded room and it's  for me and you. no longer will i seek the assistance of pseudo psychotherapists who only think  they know what they heard. for textbooks lend no experience to life. and i used to let them judge...mental they made me. pointing fingers and assigning the blame to you. bleakly, they diagnosed me to be alone. thinking i'm far-gone because i refuse their treatment. destined to be condemned by my analyst friends for being with you. crazy me, crazy for thinking about listening. they don't know the inner workings of this crazy thing called love. i'll be content now, with you. never to be sedated again from the ideals of my single friends who think they know what's best for me. given the circumstances, maybe i am crazy. cause they say... girl that wouldn't be me and how can you be so understanding and forgiving. but that's the whole point and now i see. they don't know, can't, and won't until they go crazy. so mental me, since they think they no me well... i've decided that they can think what they won't. but this thing about love they don't understand... i'm in my own world loving you... so i'll never tell.



Robyn V. Evans

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