sense and sensibility

 sense and sensibility,

sense is when i think with my head

and sensibility is when my feelings take over instead.

i cannot separate those two.

and when i do,

sensibility is the one i chose.

but chosing sensibility means mourning all that is lost,

and crying because sense was what i needed most


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