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#intrest
I don’t chase— I choose. Feelings are noise, I move. You might call it cold, but I call it power. I didn’t lose you— you lost my intrest.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
iykyk
Mindful of others, but always deeper in thought. You call it the folly of an inquiring mind, Concern some may say diving to deeply unsure of where this may take me. Regarding the complexity of a frame. I just see more than those who open a door, and only see the other side. So if the the hinges hold it what was behind. Is it wrong to have an interest in more than what others see as normal without yearnings to find out what was, what's more. Where I wished to delve deeper was only an excuse for others to want it to wither. never would I intrude, but my searching eventually causes some unintended pain. So I relent, I'm curious of the outcome some say.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
Rock & Hard Place Metaphorically