Love Child . . .

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I am a child of love . . .

There’s no wonder why I love so much . . .

I love so hard . . .

I love so tough . . .

Love is my drug . . .

I can’t breathe, can’t eat, can’t think, can’t see, can’t sleep, without it . . .

It drives me . . .

It thrives me . . .

It moves me . . .

It uses me . . .

It is me, and I am it . . .

Love.

I am bound to love . . .

I am grounded by love . . .

I am indebted to love . . .

Because love made me.

I am nothing without love . . .

And love is nothing without me . . .

Love is everything . . .

It is all around me . . .

It’s in my highs, my lows, my ups, my downs, my round and rounds . . .

I am wrapped up . . .

Caught up . . .

Brought up . . .

In love!

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