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Because I love you
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LITTLE THINGS
Every single second
I feel like I am dying
This is all there is
Stop it, stop the lying
I can’t compute
I can’t compete
In your wild whirlwind
Learning how to sin
a medal of honor
It is wonderful that you can't compete in such a world
An excellent description of
An excellent description of the agonizing quandary we find ourselves in when we're torn between our loving instincts and the "wild whirlwind" that drags us down to the level of "learning how to sin". Your deft use of contrast (the title vs the turbulent reality), swift lines and striking emotion make this poem extremely intense.