Outlets
Where sparks fly
"I don't see how this could work".
Though alone I'd rather be
I push myself
To the end of what I could
Would I rather be there, would I?
Or could I rather say I should?
I have no idea what is happening now.
But I do know your familiar gaze of love
That you've always offered me
And that is to which I hold on.
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