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Barrage of Emotion

Your mind,
So precious and true,
Now polluted with thoughts of me,
And the uneasiness I have caused.

It might have be what I feel,
But now I realize you are more important,
Than what I feel,
Even though you are who I feel for.

My mistake has seem to have cost me,
Cost me something great I had before,
And now I don't even know,
What I even have anymore.

I only wish I could climb inside your head,
Know what you are thinking,
And comfort each thought,
With a reason why you should be with me.

But I can't,
So I am left with a defenseless feeling,
Waiting for you to attack my soul,
With a barrage of emotion.

If it is good,
Or it is bad,
You're gonna come hard and fast,
Don't let up because I deserve it.

Hit me,
Hit me as hard as you can,
Just do it,
Don't stop yourself.

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