o, this vain trepidation,
the fear that though it is you
who demands sincerity,
you're still treading
on both grounds
and i wound up lying on the floor
beaten and battered. and you're
the one dealing the final blow.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
o, this vain trepidation,
the fear that though it is you
who demands sincerity,
you're still treading
on both grounds
and i wound up lying on the floor
beaten and battered. and you're
the one dealing the final blow.
Uncertainty is the theme here.
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