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Why do you do this to me?
You push and pull me away.
You take and give.
You plant the seed, and then kill it.
Your moods change like the winds blow.
You stop and then you go.
You never take time with things,
rushing and rushing around.
Why must it end so soon?
Darling, the flower has hardly bloomed.
Why let the fear set in from something so far away?
Why let small things turn you away?
The colors of the emotions.
The metallic armor that shields me.
The distance.
The touch.
The bond.
The need.
I need you.