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Nov 2019
With him it’s always this or that.
It’s never this and that and those and these taking them into account.
I don’t operate along his plane.
I pretend to empathize,
But I don’t stoop.
I envy him.
It must be so easy…
To view things as either this or that.
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The Half-Blood Prince  24/M/Alberta Canada
(24/M/Alberta Canada)   
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