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The same old cliches take me captive,
a raging game of tug-a-war,
a fierce battle between two equally matched opponents.
On one side you, on the other me.
On one side my heart, on the other my mind.
I have struggled long and hard, I have fought conflicting urges.
Do I fight or give in?
Do I lose or do I win?
Somewhere deep inside the strings of fate hold fast to each side of this beating heart, long ago they claimed their sides and the battle began. Now I am ripping, now I am tearing, the pressure is too much for this living heart.
From the rip a thousand words explode, lava from the volcano of my heart. I have no control, the choas overtakes my mouth as the molton magma surges forward on its destructive path. There you stand, like a tall tree in path of a burning, raging river.
The lava hardens, my heart hardens. You are gone.
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