"Maybe I'm in the black, maybe I'm on my knees. Maybe I'm in the gap between the two trapezes. But my heart is beating and my pulses start cathedrals in my heart."Do you know what you want? Nor do I. I'm stuck and I keep being pushed right back to square one as you stand on the sidelines, watching and laughing. If I'm stuck alone because this is who I am, I swear to a non-existent god...I'll be out for revenge.
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