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Mar 2014
I've faced that I will never be able to tell you.
You can't handle it.
You don't want to deal with, or particularly care,
how I feel.
We value different things- I value communication,
passion, emotion, life,
And I think you're so worn out that you value home,
comfort, laughter, and simplicity- no figuring-it-out, please
and there's always one who gives too much and it overwhelms
and there's always one who's unwilling or unable to receive
and we aren't compatible,
and no one I've ever loved has been able
to understand or attempt to understand
the depth at which I love them.
When will there be an equal match?
M
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