So you don't care for people who feel too much?
For writing—
is there never
any need for passion?
So you don't love me?
For poetry—
do our memories
serve no purpose at all?
Today you accepted me
just as I am!
So you've stopped searching for happiness?
Deep in your chest...
you held me so tightly!
So you've given up on rules?
In Doubt, Without Doubt
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