Impressions of you

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Has the lightning stroked your gentleness out of order?
I don’t think so.

04:24 One must get up and do their homework, you know..
I haven’t visited the emotions toilet just yet, why flushing so urgently, drown the drain, your presence in me, so lively?
There is a lot to learn and to grow, even springtime weed grows out of everything that basically rots post-winter.
Mainly “shit”, in simple terms.
I will be joining the feast if you don’t mind your business inspected.

Dear best friend, how could I tell you that, now that we no longer talk?
I love and respect you, probably more than you imagine.
My impressions of you, surprisingly have not changed, no.
Why would I eliminate the tenderhearted care I gained so religiously consistent?
You passed the test, I can’t, I won’t faint to disaster with the following programming I resist to adhere:

Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.

Despite the sorrows of my recent chapter in life, my deep painful resentment of close friends bringing me down, I am unleashing any dependency, since you’re on your own.
No insurance to cover the losses.