Not dislike.
Just my doubts.
My eager thought.
How to like what I don't know?
How to bear what was not dreamt about?
Is there a way to deserve much more?
To not quiet my noes.
When it's impersonal my cog.
You're you and me the I,
It has taken too long to become.
That's your cue I guess,
To stop and run away.
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