Project your fears onto me, but be forewarned I have empathy. I'm in love again with fleeting, honest feelings.
Desperate hearts living up to downplaying their beating. Severed ties force us forward, scars protected from healing.
Fate's not real, but how I wish it was. I wish I knew things would get alright.
Free from certainty.
We have enough love in our hearts to pump every instinct from our guts.
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