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Rushing through the hallway I see a familiar face
I’ve anchored my heart into a new group.
I won’t love it to you.
I plead with blazing eyes.

“I’ve anchored my heart into a new group"
She answers with a solemn gaze, “You’ve gotta stop it, I know…”
I plead with blazing eyes.
“It’s gonna be okay.”

She answers with a solemn gaze, “You’ve gotta stop it, I know…”
tears accumulating in the corners of my eyes
I turn in the opposite direction.
No one knows I reassure myself.

tears accumulating in the corners of my eyes
quickly shoving a hand into my left pocket
No one knows I reassure myself
My fingers slowly count, one, two, three, four . . . where’s the fifth?

quickly shoving a hand into my left pocket
as my heartbeat speeds
My fingers slowly count, one, two, three, four . . . where’s the fifth?
I remember I took one this morning.

A smug grin creeps upon my face
I’ve anchored my heart into a new group.
I reassure myself, no one knows
I won’t lose it to you.





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