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You’ll never let me go. I understand that. You have pride, beliefs, things that keep you from leaving me alone to fend for myself,
a feather at one’s nape:amidst that cocktail ofsound sight scenthis piqued some part of me;wafting, it beckonedand stroked my core.
You always say you want the truth... So I'll provide it But it won't be easy to understand Because I don't understand it myself. Sometimes I hate you. I just really really really hate you.