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Mar 28
I lose against one person time and time again.
Everytime we stumble face to face, I quickly throw on a tattered smile and throw away any sense of pride I previously wore.
Laughs become routine,
natural but cautious,
Forced and relentless,
As I fear that I’ll fail once more against you.
If I were to lose to you,
I would lose myself.
But worse, if I were to lose,
I would lose you.
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Impulse  born in fear
(born in fear)   
   Fawn and Lilah
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