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Why can't I trust That all you say is true. I truly can't believe That the truth could sound this good. I hate the reservations I have Toward those who have reservations To see and feel my emotions. Appointments with the person Whose personality is not as personally oriented As some would like it to be. But don't assume you know me Because assuming just creates types Which I try to undo with these types That I pour my soul into; But they somehow only seem to fit perfectly Under perfected soles of shoes. And do not try to read between these lines For I often do not foresee these foretelling's endings. I perceive that under these pretenses Which do seem to be a bit false I may leave a conversation abruptly Trying to preserve my reputation and not make this situation Worse.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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Why can't I trust That all you say is true. I truly can't believe That the truth could sound this good. I hate the reservations I have Toward those who have reservations To see and feel my emotions. Appointments with the person Whose personality is not as personally oriented As some would like it to be. But don't assume you know me Because assuming just creates types Which I try to undo with these types That I pour my soul into; But they somehow only seem to fit perfectly Under perfected soles of shoes. And do not try to read between these lines For I often do not foresee these foretelling's endings. I perceive that under these pretenses Which do seem to be a bit false I may leave a conversation abruptly Trying to preserve my reputation and not make this situation Worse.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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