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Running thoughts like people
in my mind,
a tight grip on the metal bar,
I knew happiness was still
alive in me last night.
I promised myself,
"I don't wanna go back."
I said that
I don't want you anymore
'cause you break me;

however, I realized that
you oppose me, and
we're perfect opposites.

This won't be beautiful
without you.

I'd agree that we're not
a paradox

only if you say
we're an oxymoron.

Running thoughts like people
in my mind,
a tight grip on the metal keys,
I knew happiness was still
alive in me last night.
I said to myself,
"I think I'm going back."
I said that
this brought despair, but I still
let you break me...

again.

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