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Circular doubts running through my head – Bi-destructive chemistry between us: I'm a disease to be erased, Spreading in every you , Hunting your souls With sensitive tentacles   You confound with  feelings – Damn! I love your innocence. 13, yet surely not my best day!

I, fine constructor, built these walls to keep me away from the rest of the world, and now, the more I dig to find myself, the more I find emptiness around me. But I, fine constructor, built walls even inside here, to keep my inner self safe from me, like a priceless treasure you are afraid to reach as you know it would become a drug and change you completely. And I, fine constructor, made a maze with a secret door, to keep my demons under lock. Now that my chase, my joy and challenge are all safely put away, I wonder what's left?

I'm feeling older and older Each day. It's not you, it's me Losing everything we had, Trying to figure out How to move ahead - away from here, Start anew, Who knows, maybe without you. I'm getting bored And boring, And each war we start just takes the pattern Of that of yesterday we started without a resolution. It's not you, it's me Who's guilty of getting too comfortable for too long In this platitude we used to call Relationship.