gfx: ot7

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you push me away, and yet my hearts yearns for you, runs for you. what can i say? my feelings for you are like running barefoot on a bed of roses. even as the thorns prickle me beneath my feet, how can i give up when the deep red under me spreads far and wide, just like my love for you? you may think that you hurt me, but what are a few thorns compared to the fragrance of the roses and the softness of their petals?