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Are you worth the trouble that I provoke? Unbalanced, uneven, unequally yoked. I feel the lull every night, even as you fall asleep. You nap there in silence. I lay in misery. Do I love her too much, is such a thing so? Should I gauge my burning passions for this girl I know? Limit my affections because the scales are tipped? Dial down the flame, cover it up, and smother it?
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
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Are you worth the trouble that I provoke? Unbalanced, uneven, unequally yoked. I feel the lull every night, even as you fall asleep. You nap there in silence. I lay in misery. Do I love her too much, is such a thing so? Should I gauge my burning passions for this girl I know? Limit my affections because the scales are tipped? Dial down the flame, cover it up, and smother it?
michael-escobar
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
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