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			March 20, 2014 @ 4:54 p.m.
			thursday thursday. was it for everyone?
			I hate these little episodes. After my whole life, have yet to learn how to deal. Logic logic dictates everything is and will be fine. He is in second grade. He is still young. A piece of paper. A simple suggestion. Can drown me fast. But I cannot be And I will not be My father's discontent Nor my mother's blind eye So I am pulled. What I grew to know, and what I feel should be. It's all about balance, true? Yet, balance is the thing I cannot do do not know Ask me for the moon. Lacking Always lacking, says the beast Always afraid, sneers the beast Do we all have constant tug-of-wars? And in the end, in my zeal to avoid past mistakes I am both I am all the discontent and the blind eye and the undue pressure and the unfair and the not enough thursday thursday, let me breathe
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