Fluctuate baby, fluctuate.

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Quick to anger, quick to hate,

I’d rather be,

than slowly building my misery on a gallon of unhappiness.

Quick to love, care my share,

of feelings i have,

then it does fluctuate as days goes by;

yet i would rather touch love by its hairs slowly,

gently and lovingly than an instant gratification that grows fondly after 30 to one hour per play.

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