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i find myself to be concerned for habits of compassion are not merely restrained surrounded by corporeal breathing space… love for you, disquietness & worry rises above all state of affairs i have not found myself to be on familiar terms with you nor are you acquainted with I… furthermore… that if truth be told it is of no importance for i give surety that i [do] care …i for ever and a day consider sentiments to be restless...
perhaps too much most of the time on behalf of others... that over and over again oh how i desire that i would not be bothered 4 others… more than ever… persons whom furnish so modestly in return, not solitarily for [I] am I fretful, but rather the charitableness reverse to the world that is deficient but regrettably, as it is the leaves temperament to transform each season & deteriorate in the midst of an array of fall timeish colours it is contained by [my] personality to heed
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