Just a little bit of courage is all I need, a morsel of bravery
One of those passing, fleeting, ephemeral feelings—
It's one of those things where you hope but you're not getting anywhere by holding onto it. You sit there and cling tight and fast, but you forget to move forward. It's a kind of drunk love, but how real it is, I can't tell. Here I'm surrounded by people who give me comfort and treat me well, but I feel so alone because I know their generosity is conditional. I feel surrounded by love, yet falsity.
But through it all, you make the former real for me.
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