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The end.

I want love.
You want lust.
I want smiles
and caring and trust.
You want kisses,
nothing serious.
All this feeling
inside of me
goes to waste
on immaturity.
But I can’t stop
this freight train now.
I ride it out,
Not knowing how
To keep it in
And pretend
That I can’t go on—
This is the end.



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