Excuse my bad grammar.

You make me wanna scream.

You make me wanna sing.

You make me wanna cry.

You make me wanna dance.

You make me wanna write poetry.

You make me wanna run.

 

And though you make me wanna do all these things,

You make me wanna live.

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