the world is spinning out of my hands.
i know one day i'd have to let you flee
and i can't trap you like a caged bird
because here and there are your reason-
to leave.
if i could tell you one thing.
this one thing would be those three words
i dare not say
until maybe i've exhausted my supply of oxygen
which has become a waste on me.
they are
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