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Deep breath little one

And jump into the depths

To face what you’ve begun

 

Because you created quite a mess

With people, places, and things

Do you even want to regress?

 

How do you feel no shame

With this constant game you play

And what really is your aim?

 

Are you looking to win?

When is it even winning?

When you feel someone else’s skin

 

Against yours it is clear

That you feel the safest

In his arms, yes there

The End

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