These things I lay in front of me
I love them but hate them
Am I blind or can I still see?
I hate them but I love them.
Am I love drunk?
or just drunk.
I know the answer,
But what i know and what I want
are not even the same.
This universe is compacting
Things are colliding
All I want is to be with you
Just you....
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