All's Fair
until the moment I see you I'm never as sure as the time beforehand
and over and over again, I cower
My strengths involve certainties and convictions and
feelings of power (maybe)
until the day I wake up sad I will never stop believing
the mornings are so hopeful
fresh, promising, and I LOVE myself in them
until I can anticipate you I don't know what to do
time is hurting me, the evenings are so low
I barely believe that this is eluding me,
would one deliberately be so slow
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