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I'M A LIBRA


I know in my heart that I give way,

          way more than I should,

And the reasons why I do nice things

           are often misunderstood;

     I go back and forth all the time,

       constantly juggling my mind,

This is why making decisions is very

      hard for me sometimes;

            I need love, desire romance &

            beautiful things to delight in,

             But just because I keep it cool

              doesn't mean I lack thick skin.

 

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