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How do we always seem
To end up back here
In this same place
In this same fucked up way

Sometimes we run away
Other times we chase
Sometimes we build walls
Other times we tear them down

How many times will we
Drag emotional knives
Leaving broken jagged scars
Zippered across each other’s hearts

Yet here I seem to sit
Alone in this dark and dreary room
Wondering if you ever hear me
When I’m whispering your name