My thoughts of pained condemnation, a past potentially simple -
But made complicated by feelings of raw guilt and regret.
I fear to hurt you,
and inside I am scared...
Will you someday find me? I pray you will.
Beneathe the backbeat of a thousand melodies,
there you will find me...
... In an undying wait for you.
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