They say I love to much,
and that I love to true,
that it will only hurt me
no matter what I do.

They say to put up walls,
not let anyone in,
but I say to them 
then just how do I begin.

To ever be myself,
and all I've fought to be,
If I don't give it all,
how can it be called me?

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