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What we have I can't decide
If it's love or lust

I love everything about you
Yet I hate you so much

Amateur poet that I am
But give me your hand

And I will never let you down again
Am I alive?
Or just living?
These street lights seem to guide me
Farther and farther off course

I see the darkness all around
But the light protects me
From being alive
So I live

— The End —