It's so hard to please her.
She tells me about how she's afraid that she'll never be able to make me happy.
I am happy though.
I'm just not that open about my emotions.
Even with those I love.
Underneath my blank expression is a smile.
It's so hard to please her.
I try my hardest, yet never prevail.
One moment she's happy as ever, the next, everything is washed away by rain.
A thunderstorm.
A flood.
It's so hard to please her.
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