A manner of a love intertwined in a hearbeat I am alone.
Yet a construct of social norm can be my peers when a silly old traditional holidays comes a knocking at the door.
Should I even bother entertain all that is not to be,
Would I see that package enought to know its not sent by such other,
in lieu and to contrast all things that connect to simplify what can I get into.
A ravaged and savaged storms of such past can devour me,
do i let it,
do I let it,
must I counter it all of me.
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