Not forced to fall in love or hate
But like.
Smoothly,
Consistently,
Like butter.
Not pandering to every human moment
Or impending doom.
Sometimes I am afraid
I will laugh and cry
Unable to stop.
I fear exploding
From every orifice
Gushing from the weak points.
Not like my grandfather
Who tried to seal everything
Then leaked until he died.
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