It's scary
This bond we carry
Carries us
In a mess, in a fuss
Coz we match
In this acid sketch
Mesmerized by the trait
Lose myself, imitate
In the end, every time I deprave
A maniac, behavioral slave
Watch myself going, happening fast
Like audience hoping for the best
You're the soap I fear that will slip
Through my fingers at night when I sleep
Optimum solution found so far
In the long search for the fittest par
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