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and I Won't Blame You

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nattrozanska

Published: Jan 2, 2011

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_{Why aren't we allowed to love passionately any more?
It's adolescent, irrational, overly emotional.
Only ever be mildly interested, quite fond.
Well, I'm sorry, but I fell spiralling in love with you.
It inconvenienced me more than it did you.
I didn't plan it, I fought it violently, but it happened none the less.}

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