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Doubt not how I love thee; the very thought doth wound me. But something's lacking something's stagnant something's stale. My choices, out of love for thee have strained have struggled hard. My choices, out of hope for me are dependent are contingent upon you. My dreaming, so far-fetched they say needs naught but your true love. But love is not enough I say to bring these dreams to life. Will you hide behind this vanity; this mask of and such? love Or will you face the truth I seek and answer an answer the one I need? your example of love your love for me That is the answer I need.
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Doubt Not How I Love Thee
Doubt not how I love thee; the very thought doth wound me. But something's lacking something's stagnant something's stale. My choices, out of love for thee have strained have struggled hard. My choices, out of hope for me are dependent are contingent upon you. My dreaming, so far-fetched they say needs naught but your true love. But love is not enough I say to bring these dreams to life. Will you hide behind this vanity; this mask of and such? love Or will you face the truth I seek and answer an answer the one I need? your example of love your love for me That is the answer I need.
micah-reschke
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
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