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Puck: Torn In Two Pieces
If only I could
She would never know
But I can
But should I?
I'm so confused
Nowhere to go
I'm trapped in a box
A slave to my own feelings
What should I do?
I'm dying inside
To see you, to know you…
To tell you
If I did, things would never be the same
Too weird
Too strange
All too different
But these feelings are different
Nowhere to run
Everywhere I turn there they are
No rock to hide under
Which should I choose?
To be with you,
Or to remain myself
It's all too hard
What is "myself" anyway?
Growing up,
I don't know who I an
I don't know who to want to be
This… experience, what is it?
New or old?
I know not
I'm losing myself to love and love's feelings.
