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Lover boy,
I don’t want a love that sounds like angry chords; and I know you know exactly what that means.
It’s a love where you are burdened; so you strum the wrong tune because your finger feel clumsy; unable to find me exactly where you want so you make mistakes.
Yet somehow we’ve been here before. I don’t like it. I am on a cliff and you push me off and go back to the world to show off something; even though we both know I am the heroine who led myself to this cliff and somehow in this power struggle, you push me off to tell the world your side of the story not only I sacrificed myself for it to look like power but its really death so you have the story to tell; I just had to show you how easy it is for me to give up on myself.
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