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Conflict On My Insides
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Jessica Sometimes I hate my ways,
Like my mind, the way it jumps,
Out of fear, to conclusions or to the end,
Like an imaginary foresight,
I know nothing of the future for sure,
But I feel so certain of my dilusions,
Why can't I see that nothing is wrong,
Instead of all the things that couldn't be right,
I feel stupid when I find myself,
Questioning the way she says I love you,
So long as she loves me I'm just fine.
