Somewhere between the sweat and cigarette
There was love, I think
To what is this ferocious fear?
Every time creeping near
Closing hearts, blurry visions
Letting myself open
Just to retract – run quickly
Creating a monster in my mind
Seeing the negative world spin
I don’t want to be like that
Anymore
Conscious decision
Sweaty hands, constant
Need to go
Obviously means I care
The question now, sir
Is do you dare?
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