To This

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You may be liked, you might not.

I have yet to come upon a placid decision.

Are you worth the time, the real effort?

Boy, is it you I should be lusting after, loving with all my heart, or just dolefully fulfilling my part; day-dreaming of you, every waking second?

As to where people begin to notice- must I come up with an excuse?

Why must it come to this?


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