sometimes i have nothing to say.
sometimes i have too much to say.
so much is different.
I've lost my muchness.
we could've had it all.
my knees were far too weak
to stand in your arms
without falling to your feet
but love is a losing game
what a mess we've made
no one wins
how can you change who you are
halfway through the play
how is everyone supposed to know
you aren't who you say
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