Acrostic: I need you.

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                Sub-title: Blessing or Curse?


Impulsively, I blemished your soul.

Narrow minded as I am, I failed to perceive your mind frame,

Easily tossing you aside like you were nothing.

Ebbing away your big heart little by little.

Defendless you grew from my wounding words little by little,

Yet you continued caring for me,

Obliged by the curse or maybe the blessing  of love,

Ultimately breaking you apart.

- G. Rea

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