besieged by gentleness
a dramatic situation that in fact calls for strong action and reaction - o the longing, o the bitterness - but instead the opposition exposes calmness and doesn't try to stop me from leaving all the while being hurt deep inside. How can I resist?! What defense is left?!
Just like my father making me laugh while I'm mad at him. Seriously we should be laughing about ourselves just a little bit more.
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