clairvoyance.
It's long gone melted, and the ground will only know.
You're a magic, miss call miracle;
- a mistake made in vain.
But you're beautiful to me somehow.
Yet, I know that's not the same.
Switching points-of-view,
I must be unsure of myself.
Switching verb tenses,
I must be unsure of everything...
Changing up my views,
I must be scared of commitment.
It scares me how much I can read my mind.
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