Stuck in a place between yes, maybe and no.
Sooner or later one must let go.
How hard must we push at this,
how lightly should we pull back.
Its all a hit or miss
and theres no plan of attack.
Words without reason.
Speaking without needing.
And in the end,
two hearts are wearing down,
because its not pretend.
Not one, but two to mend.
In the madness it makes no sense,
but this is what you want isnt it,
so be content.
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