It's one man after another. As if the heart never knows whom to be grateful of. As if it constantly needs to feel the rush of falling in love, but not of being in love... being love.
How do I escape this? I want to be whole. Part of a whole. Not in a hole.
Do I ever find myself? Do I ever build myself? I'm trying. I'm slipping. I'm changing. I'm
falling.
I'm trying.
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