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| Something in me cries for you. It feels too real this time. I think I love you, though I don't know what that means: the girl of my dreams, or a friend who one day leaves. Could I trust this? | |
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| Well, I've lied to myself before. Would I do it all again? *NODS AND SAYS TO SELF* To taste what I've been after-- patiently waiting. | |
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| Look what I've become. This pressure that we feel. In world of possible dreams, this may not prove wrong. Could we give enough, when backed against a wall-- too close to breathe, too far to fall. | |
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| All I've ever wanted was to feel you closer to me, but it's sad to see this resistance, what once before had felt so free. Let tomorrow be. I can't be so impatient, pushing every answer... | |
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| ...when there isn't any question. Let me feel good now, though this may have to end. I hope I'm always with you, honestly your friend. I think I love you. | |
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| Are you going through a midlife crisis, mister? *CHEWS GUM* You should buy a Porche. I want to be a photographer, or maybe even a writer when I grow up. Let's start a jazz band. | |
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