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ReasonsFifteen minutes away feels like more than ten thousand waves.
The ocean has salt, so do my tears
And the reasons you ask?
Your fear, am I not sincere?
My anger, your pain.
Your embrace, of which I yearn to taste.
This is hard, and I'm having trouble being brave.
Twenty more minutes, then I'll turn the lights out.
Twenty more minutes, until I close you out of my mind.
For reasons I don't like.
Like my strife, I hope it cuts like a knife
You're reluctant, it makes me wonder if I serve a purpose.
Makes me wonder if it's just bullshit you're feeding me.
Eight more shots, a little more lime.
Dim the lights a little more, move him past the bedroom door.
But even with intoxication on my left and less-than-great morals on my right,
I can't allow myself a drunk-fuck on this night.
For reasons that I'm unaccustomed to.
For one reason - The existence of me and you.
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