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Dancing around in my head I battle as the beats get dropped. I try and synchronize my thoughts to the words spoken but not said. I wish I could tell you it wasn't your fault, I pushed and you wouldn't go, so I pushed some more, not wanting you to go. Why do I do this, this I am not sure, Is it the past that haunts, that causes me to fear, that stops me from loving past this certain point?