If I was never anything, I’d be the shiver on your skin As you dipped your fingers in This river of emotion Moating circles in the depths Of your decisions. If I was never anything, I’d be the ridges of your strings, Tied to the edges of your pretty things, Wrapped up together Fated to …

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I’m constricted To these self-inflicted Restrictions, I say I’m writing romance, But I really love science-fiction. I guess I’m chasing paychecks, Or the dream thereof, And I’m worried if I trust my heart, will I make the right decision?