In this haptic, hectic, hedonistic world, we hold on to each other and often fight to let go. There isn't a way to justify what I feel inside, so I push it down below the waterline. I drown myself in you. They idolize my icy lack of sexuality, and I do hide my heat on purpose. Sometimes I wonder -- no, wait, stop -- just take it one day at a time.
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