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i keep asking myself the same question
why do i cling to you so?
my grip on you
is so deathly tight
my knuckles have long become
ghostly white.
but still,
you're slipping right through
my clenched fists
as if you were
simply
water.
either i
have to let you go
or you
need to hang on
because you're getting
too heavy to hold,
taking my breath away
and making my heart skip beats.
i just wish i knew
why do i cling to you so?
no wonder i love you so much.
you are such a contradiction to yourself.
how could i stay away?
so much drama for a
blonde-hair
blue-eye
beautiful
boy.
you truly are everything, in the literal sense.
good, bad, happy, sad.
no wonder i hate you so much.
you are such a contradiction to yourself.
how couldn't i walk away?
i know they'll say
i wasted
the best years
of my
life
chasing after
loving unconditionally
wishing for
hoping for
living for
you.
one day i'll probably
agree
with them.
but i know that
at this very moment
i can't imagine
any better way
to
waste
my best years.

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