I die in our arms yet suffer no ill,
I squander hours in swarms,
bored but believing this trill.
Of fated, stated, real love musical swirl.
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the dumb cracked up girl, what hidden love you unfurl! loved this poem.
Why judge yourself as a dumb girl, which certainly you are not?
This is everyone at times: but not you all of time. A tiny sliver among thousands of who you are and can be. You can choose to accept what another says or refuse to be what they say they see. Sometimes degradation and control are their only reasons. Remember that.