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I feel I can't come to you.

I feel I have to choose to love you and hate me.

Or hate you and be free.

I'm running softer now from monsters chasing me.

I've made a trail, somehow, running.

I used up all my tries and now I'm empty like a little girl who likes hiding.

Sometimes I can't see right, hearing your pointless lies.

That's when I've lost my fight face down.

Running faster, facing backwards leaving nothing to be said.

A little time to get ahead.

A little force...a little more... a little angst goes a long way.

I'm sure there's no way I can see this your way.