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Julia Michaels – Issues

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I’m jealous
I’m over zealous
When I’m down
I get real down

When I’m high
I don’t come down
I get angry
Baby, believe me
I could love
You just like that
And I could leave
You just this fast

But you don’t
Judge me
Cause if you did, baby
I would judge you too
No, you don’t
Judge me
Cause if you did, baby
I would judge you too

Cause I got issues
But you got ’em too
So give ’em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve ’em

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad
I need you

You do shit on purpose
You get mad and
You break things
Feel bad
Try to fix things
But you’re perfect
Poorly wired circuit
And got hands
Like an ocean
Push you out
Pull you back in

Cause you don’t
Judge me
Cause if you did, baby
I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
Cause you see it from the same
Point of view

Cause I got issues
But you got ’em too
So give ’em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve ’em

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad
I need you

And one of them is how bad
I need you
(I got issues, you got ’em too)

Cause I got issues
But you got ’em too
So give ’em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve ’em

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad
I need you
(You got ’em too)
Yeah, I got issues
(I got issues)
And one of them is how bad
I need you
(You got ’em too)
Yeah, I got issues
(I got)
And one of them is how bad
I need you

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A poem’s meaning

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“A poem’s meaning is often lost among a slew of unimaginative eyes, for the true intent and heart of the poet is rarely discernible. And those who have the rare opportunity to discover the meaning of the poet’s incredulous words, are often deeply moved and sometimes even changed, by those delicately written sentiments, which often resonate and intermingle within the heart of the reader himself.” ~M

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#MidnightMadness – 4/26/2017

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As a child, I never quite understand the purpose or point of imaginary friends.  Maybe it was the fact that I disliked the real friends I had so much, that there was no possible way I would have ever wanted to make more of them in imaginary form.  All of my children have had imaginary friends, so it sort of got me wondering why I never did.  Have any of you ever had an imaginary friend?

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