I stand here compelled by emotions that pull me to different sides. One that is persistently lamenting, relentlessly disconsolate exaggeration; and another, that is constantly empowering me, frequently discovering the covert metamorphosis.
So what must my penchant be?
Do I expostulate against one or the other?
Thus, must I stick around to be constantly placed in a circumstance were I am powerless to be utterly contented with myself? To be impugning by this love I assert to have, but a love far beyond my aptitude to seize. The person that I heed to at such a vast scope only hassles dents within me.
Or do I scamper?
Do I take note of what those that pretend to know me the most, and endure by their suggestions of just departure? Not essentially evading but ruling the source of existence via supplementary medians.
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