Affection with no direction leaves
Affection with no direction leaves the wrong impression. What is love to me? A rhetorical question. Less knowing, more of guessing. Ejecting affection to anyone who will catch it. Obsessing a weapon. When in the right hands is a blessing. But to those who, don't know it's just a weapon. Hope you have a death sense. When reflecting the investment of your feelings after they lessen. I pray you learn your lesson. Or you'll forever be.... guessing! Is what we feel love or odd testing.
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