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No matter how many times I think about the same things
The same things
The same things
My conclusions always end up having
Vastly different meanings
And I don't know
I can't know
What is right in my heart?
What is right in my mind?
and which
is which
is which?
I think it's time
to give both up
to chance
To fill the empty white room
in my beating red chest
with this person who
told me once
she'd give her lungs to be there
who has already severed
a piece of herself
and made way
for a pensive,
doubting cancer
more commonly known as
Love.

If I don't make it through
as the same person I was
when this started,
I hope these words can serve
as a roadway
Back in the right direction.
The Right direction

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