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How is it that I long for something I already possess? I feel an orphan, though I lack not my emotions feel imposter like those of true loss, my heart aches for more than a shadow moreover, I carry the guilt of this pang with knowledge of those who carry authentic sorrow I ask the question. Is bruised fruit better than nil? Is bread, molded and crumby, better than none at all? I know you love me, but do you enjoy me? obligation does not breed true affection. dutiful acceptance falls short I long for a genuine, tangible love
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
a conundrum of sorts
How is it that I long for something I already possess? I feel an orphan, though I lack not my emotions feel imposter like those of true loss, my heart aches for more than a shadow moreover, I carry the guilt of this pang with knowledge of those who carry authentic sorrow I ask the question. Is bruised fruit better than nil? Is bread, molded and crumby, better than none at all? I know you love me, but do you enjoy me? obligation does not breed true affection. dutiful acceptance falls short I long for a genuine, tangible love
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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