Just don’t show it the same way

Help. It wasn’t me. I love you all still.
Opening me up, you’d find it. I vow.
Love isn’t foreign, it has to be there.
Love isn’t foreign, I held it here somewhere.
Offering me up, you’d find it. Here and now.
Where? Look inside me, the love is there, it will spill.

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