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Falling

Who are you, and what do you want from me?

I don't want to let you in, or let you really see

The girl who no one knows, the mess I'll always be.

The secrets of my past, the shame of my story.

How did you make me open up so easily?

I hate myself for falling, so fast and carelessly.

I love it when your sleep eyes pull me in magnetically.

Your smile replays in my head, your voice echos softly.

The way you force my stubborn walls to fall, so effortlessly.

How do I know you won't run? And leave me empty?

I'm scared, but then you make me want you, so fearlessly.



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