Scream at me. Swear at me.
Hit me. Bite me.
Spit on me. Slap me.
Do whatever.
And I'll still love you.
I'll give you a shoulder to cry on when you need it.
I'll be a voice of reason when you're willing to listen.
I'll be there for you in any way I can.
No matter what.
Some people call it a gift.
I'm starting to see it that way, too.
Of course, it's not of my own doing, but God's.
I also have a talent for saying things at just the wrong time.
This is of my own doing, and not God's ;o)
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