I'm never certain of myself; I mean,
I'm always definite about the facts,
But I can never be quite as serene
About the way my own action impacts
Another's happiness. I never know
If what I did, intending but to please,
Was taken as I wanted, and, if so,
If it has been successful. When I tease,
I almost half-expect I will offend,
And when I mock, which I will often do,
I simply pray I will not lose a friend,
For I can't guarantee I won't. With you
This tendency is greatest, for I fear
You'll miss how much I tend to hold you dear.
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