So don't misconstrue this bright blooming tree in front of you. Bearing fruit, nourishing all your needs as you fight against the pressure of the your youth. It's just your future staring back at you. She doesn't need you, but still you will offer reprieve from this tempestuous life she will lead. Guard her while she sleeps, and know it won't bring upon anything. Let go your leaves when she falls; though she lands right on her feet. Now that she's gained her balance be strong in the winds of her temperament. I feel as though the lonely world I'm bound to live in is self-imposed by my own lack of feeling. No, it can't be true that I'm so selfish; that your happiness is only a tool to stir me into feeling human too. This won't do: the way my emotions are swaying as you tumble through the motions of your days. It's the way you're displayed so vulnerably, and now it seems I've misplaced my objectivity as I can clearly see that you do not me. Yet, I still offer you reprieve from this tempestuous life that you lead. You're displayed so vulnerably, and now it seems I've misplaced my objectivity as I can clearly see.
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