I'm sitting in the cafeteria at my work and wondering if I can get enough words in before it's time to go. I'd like to pour my heart out but i'm afraid of what i'll see. I'm trying not to think about what i'm writing and just write. My head is split into two different directions and she's sending me signals. Confused is the one that wants to follow the heart, and the head holds you down. Maybe my motivation is elsewhere…

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