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You met her in a circle. She curled up in your arms. She glimmered at the end of the world while you were getting tired. You forced yourself awake. You forced yourself away. You told yourself this wouldn't happen. You promised that this wouldn't happen.
Now you pray to all the Gods you know of hoping one of them will listen.
You see her pretty eyes. You love the way she sparkles. You smell her perfectly placed perfume and you want to drown in it. You want it on you. You want it all over you.
But you can't think of fucking because it feels wrong. Oh, now you start to panic. You can't tell if you love her. Tell her that you love her. Tell her that you love her. I dare you. Tell her that you love her.
How wrong could you be? How wrong could you be? Could you be right? Which one scares you the most? How do you know when you don't know anything?
You try to understand what she means when she holds you or the seemingly innocent kisses that whip you into submission. You'd give away your soul if you had one left to give her. You'd tell her that you love her if you only knew for sure. If you could read the writing on the wall she's built around you, but she's blinded you with friendship and flirts a cancer in your ear. She's broken you defences so you can't tell if its real. You can't tell if you love her until she tells you first. You can't tell if you love her.
How wrong could it be? How wrong could it be? Could it be right? Which one scares you the most? How do you know? How do you know?
How wrong could it be? How wrong could it be/ Could it ever be right? Which one scares you the most? Is it love? Or is it fear? Or do you just want to leave here?
Do you tell her that you love her? Do I tell her that you love her? Do I tell her that I love her?
How wrong could it be? How wrong could it be? Could it be right? What scares you the most?
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