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The question "What If"
Drowns me in anxiety
I cannot escape
How do I know I'm in love?
When it hurts?
Once a girl lived
Tucked in a house of glass
Kept for so long
Walking over the shards of broken
Things once whole
It hurts
But she's stuck
Little does she know
The key is herself
The broken house her mind
But its impossible
Or so it seems
To escape the house of glass without
Bleeding out
Relationships are circle
At least they're supposed to be
It's a give and a take
Not a take and a leave
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