Such an ambivalent feeling,
Coming in all forms and sizes.
An instant and spontaneous thing,
Unknowingly your heart it seizes.
Names and faces you want to thrash,
You think you can, but you realise you cannot.
Things seem to fly and crash,
But where you want to, it does not.
Is it worth it you try to think,
Sitting where you are, on the fence.
Still on the edge, on the brink,
What other can you do, but be like hence?
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