Of unspoken kind words that broke down in the process,
Under pain that suddenly storms.
To receive more than I ever deserve,
Even when you would know of my faults.
Holding on, realising it's reckless,
Asking for more than I am able to hold.
Pushing luck just to end up lost nowhere—
Halfway close, halfway back, and offshore.
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