...or...
"You got me, you got me
Look at me, look at me
You make me, you make me
Lose my mind"
Sometimes I feel no different than the quiet, shy, high schooler who once cowered at the idea of a initiating anything. Sometimes I feel as though I have no defenses, I'm unprotected, waiting to be hurt.
And sometime I feel unbreakable. I feel in control. Sometimes I do the asking. Sometimes I do the pursuing.
My life is a little sappy and sweet, but also a little strong and aggressive.
Neither right, neither wrong.
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