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Uncertainty, taking over.
Knee deep, in troubled water.
Reaching in for the right words to say,
but I always come up empty handed.

My fists stay clenched,
for what is yet to come.
They all stand-by and watch,
while I come undone.

I know things could always be worse,
but is it so wrong for me to wish for more?
"If the good die young, we'll fucking live forever"

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Genital Warts > What Separates Me From You


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Genital warts, what separates me from you