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I confuse myself with every move I make,
I lose myself in every step I take.
I wonder when things will be how I want,
Not knowing what comes next is such an unwanted taunt.
Full of feelings that I can't seem to understand,
Coming to terms an undying demand.
There's most likely no hope these emotions will be returned,
Don't really want to let them out and take a chance at being burned.
So for now I will let things be how they'll be,
If there's want for a change I'm sure it'll be made clear to me.
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