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Discord. The year has been a continuous spiral of the good and the bad, Thoughts of what I lost and what I've had. Worry for my future and the pile of expenses.
Love songs and empty words curled Around ideas of what love Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting, Shaking and shattering bones And all expectation of the
She has no understanding of her needs She takes pride in the sensitivities of others The Libra She has planted these roots in my life So I may as well call her my wife She nurtured and taught me wrong from right