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I am never quite who I think I am, and you are never who you say you are.
The lines between us are invisible, yet apparent, and as suddenly as they are drawn
I am on my knees trying to scrub them away
Bloody knuckles mean nothing and the scabs will soon appear translucent and shiny against your anger at my triumph.
I cannot stay in this position, back bent, tears streaming, legs tucked under me like dynomite
I'm always waiting for the explosion..
It always comes late at night with no notice and so I am jolted from MY now and placed back into yours.
Then you're gone and the line appears, much faster than I was able to erase it
Two steps forward and five steps back and we dance and sway and you're always winning this game that has
no finish line.
But i will keep on my knees
stay there until the scabs have fallen off and there is no more line in the sand,
only blood.
aggravated
flirty
lonely
cynical
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