Love me not for my skin,
my hair, my laugh, my smile,
not for the way I blush red instantly,
or squeak out modesty.
Love me not for my intelligence,
my ideas, my goals, my triumphs,
not for the way that I can take a joke,
or can deal one in return.
Love me for my liver,
which, as far as we know,
sits rotting.
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^___^ being loved is always fun....
Written May 15th, 2006
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I love you!!!!
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xD Liver rotting or not, I'll love you always, you crazy chica.
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yes it surely is. Fun to be loved that is.

