I'm weak in the knees,
I, can barely breathe.
Someone, if anyone, come help
set me free.
Do I want it to be her
Or do I want it to be him?.
I am really not sure
But the AiR is too thin.
They want me to know
Too much pressure,
I cannot.
I think about the decisions.
My stomach is a knot.
<WHY CAN'T THIS ALL JUST STOP?!.>
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