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Inside my brain it’s like my logic needs to be bolted to the ground 

Because every time you’re around I get flipped upside down. 

The gravity ceases to be, 

Floating around in me 

Are my thoughts I’m too scared to let loose 

They articulate themselves nicely, a self made noose. 

As I step off the side with your arms around my neck, 

Halfway down I realize I don’t want to be dead.

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