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Contemplating in confusion, I'm often driven by my fears. It's not something I wanted to say but the words just came out and then they were exposed like flesh bleeding wounds. I knew even so that it was something I couldn't hold in. I've never been much for secrets only silence and reverie. I only hope it doesn't make you bitter.
And did I do it to prove a point or was there a heat of the moment, I know sometimes I care to much and you only make me feel. I hate that in you and you hate it in me. We try to push each other back but end up drawing closer like the polar magnets. Flip the sides and we push, flip again and we pull. There isn't much to say when you look into a mirror and you see all of your realities. Some of it is harsh and a bitter awakening, other time you want to draw comfort from it. And I don't know what to tell you, and you and you. I only know what I feel, and this pull in so many directions that has my mind spinning like a pervebial top. I just sit here wondering when it will stop. Will it ever stop?
And did I do it to prove a point or was there a heat of the moment, I know sometimes I care to much and you only make me feel. I hate that in you and you hate it in me. We try to push each other back but end up drawing closer like the polar magnets. Flip the sides and we push, flip again and we pull. There isn't much to say when you look into a mirror and you see all of your realities. Some of it is harsh and a bitter awakening, other time you want to draw comfort from it. And I don't know what to tell you, and you and you. I only know what I feel, and this pull in so many directions that has my mind spinning like a pervebial top. I just sit here wondering when it will stop. Will it ever stop?