hot and cold.
black and white.
dark and light.
red, white, and blue.
i cannot fathom the interchanges within our minds.
i want this. he wants that.
i say this. she says that.
who knows the truth?
i grasp procrastination with my finger tips.
i hold on to it for dear life.
hoping it will bring the good ol' days.
i almost don't want to go forward,
but i certainly don't want to go back.
never regret anything. ever.
never say never.
oh, what a hypocrite i am.
say good. see good.
if only it was as easy as walking through the doors i have so many times.
the last place you'd look.
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