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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