She poses me a problem
Attached to another cemented by social customs
Oh my, to love, to be loved, or to think to be in love
She poses a crisis of the soul
Only to sense a mysterious energy to another!
How to navigate through such confusing waters but to move on as though it was not to ever be!
She presses me into acknowledging my own private anarchy in matters of the heart.
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