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My head is filled and on the verge of spilling over into your lap. you cause me too question myself. it feels so right to be nearly in love with you then so wrong to be lying too your assumed innocence. i have issued myself a warning, i selfishly decline. im confused and im lonely. i refuse to make you the same. i will not turn the table, i will just sit on the floor. agree with what they tell you. remember too feel ashamed. fill your mind with numbers before you go to sleep, forget the visual images that have been retained. wake and again start counting order replaces your face.