I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated. I wanna break this spell that you've created. You're something beautiful, a contradiction. I wanna play the game. I want the friction. You will be the death of me.
I wanted freedom, bound and restricted. I tried to give you up, but I'm addicted. Now that you know I'm a trapped sense of elation, you'd never dream of breaking this fixation. You will squeeze the life out of me.
Bury it. I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it. I won't let you murder it. Our time is running out. You can't push it underground. You can't stop it screaming out. How did it come to this?
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