The Way I Treat Strangers

My love language is love



Attention, focus, inflection

A bowl of soup on a cold day and a

Glass of lemonade after lawn work I just want

What I saw my parents have and

I wish it weren’t so impossible

To find someone who treats me the way

I deserve, the way I treat strangers.

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