E5


And so fear is born 

She’s an exquisite ache in me

Blonde hair behind a desk in number 3

And so I am confused

Wanting to run but couldn’t if I wanted to

The only thing I like about me is you

I realize more and more I know nothing

And yet perhaps none of this would be

I want to dissolve yet I scream “wait for me”

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