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The love/hate connection, no handbook for it |
| The Love/Hate Connection By Ryan Thatcher As I close my eyes My mind blind, Hidden deep A ghost lies. Something taunts me With fear from within, Knows the emotions I feel Way before I know of them. What is happening Why can't things be fine. This reality too real Crushing this simple heart of mine. I've sought hard but I've found nothing An endless array Of fake objects, depressing. A dip into the pool of life Can leave you drowning. Away from what you know, Drifting out of sight. A pocket of air, The path of least resistance. Only to find another dam, Solve this next equation. Fingers frolic as the mind spins, Tapping out a calculation. Trying to decode this thing they call: The Love/Hate connection |