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There is pain behind these eyes. Tired, holding fast. We were young, always young. I want to be what you want me to be, but I’m not. I’m flesh and blood, bone and marrow. I’m the wrong, the right, the answer, the question. The truth you want, you don’t want. I do this for your own good. I’m trying, that’s all I know.

I’m found in your arms time after time.