"when i say i love you i am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever come close to intimidating, persuading, minipulating, ect.. me into thinking otherwise. i wear you on my sleeve, i spread you out wide with the wingspan of a peacock. yet too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. Its pathetic how the world looks apon a person with patience and a calm demener as the desired model citizen, yet theres something to be said about the abiltity to explain oneself with a tuned down, tune deaf tone. i am what you call slow, how i metaphrase from hyperactive to cement is for lack of better knife to the throat. uh, annoying, aggravating, confusing, as dense as cement. cement holds no minerals, you cant even find fools gold in it. its strictly man made, and in the classic mans world i parade you around proudly like the most pure commited ring bound to be on my finger. which will also hold no minerals."
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