How come even when I thought that there's nothing to lose, I find myself reaching out?
The recurring question just won't go away. It has always been like this. Like Usher's Moving Mountains. Hah.
When you get mad, I feel guilty.
Once again, it seems to surprise me.
When that was the very reason I felt so constricted,
I still reach out for you.
But you're just a boy...
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