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Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little

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I still think unfaithful thoughts. I still long for the touch and kiss of another. I wonder if it will pass. At least now I know nothing can happen. He won't allow it. And that is good of him. Then why do I want him to take advantage???

I let myself down. I am not up to the standard I'd like for anything. My shortcomings are so often highlighted you'd think I'd expect it now, or at least it should no longer hurt. But so often it does. I have too high an opinion of myself whenever I close my eyes. It's so easy to be disappointed. It's almost enough to make me stop trying. Trying for anything.

I'd like it all to stop. There is so much pressure on me to do well these days. And I know I won't succeed at even one of my goals no matter how hard I try. I don't try hard. I haven't the resolve. And I know it all too well. I only try at all because I imagine it makes me do slightly better than if I hadn't. But does it? Really?</div>