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Must have had trouble to fling with me,

must be seeing double, did she really kiss me?

once it's gone and not forgotten, time slows down,

rabbits start to walk, clowns only paint frowns,

the circus of decades decides it's time,

to pack up and move on, but what's mine?

try to say it's fine but at night my minds true,

only reliving every second i had with you,

it's a habit that occurs daily,

i tried to halt it with a fail or three,

still the clocks hands are turning, mind projects

all we had together, without any sex,

what happens next? i am now sure,

that we will both move on, maybe the cure

is for me to admit she did long ago, i'm fucked,

tried running away in mud now i'm the one stuck.