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Comin' on strong (er) -

Comin' on strong (er) -

I never asked you to fall at my feet.
I understand this lack, and its need.
This unrequited disease.
That's why we get alone,
we both share it.
Comin' on strong.
I'm the lie within you,
and I don't belong.

I never asked you to fawn over me.
Caustic and callous,
nightmares are still dreams.
I always knew you'd go headlong, you see,
you're fuckin' up fast, I'm picking up speed.
Comin' on strong, but I won't be long.

And I won't be long,
to the headstrong.
Control freaks, unintended.
Miscreants.
Anticipate or appreciate, it's the same fate.
Just don't be late.

I never asked you to fall in defeat.
Headlong, came on strong.
I leave you weak.
I'm comin' on time.
Comin' up quick.
Comin' on strong.
Comin' after it.
I'm the lie within you.
And I won't belong.
 

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Gwendoline

Almost reads like a song this. I get a good sense of being out of control and building up to crash and burn. A lack of self care comes to mind. A good write 
Gwen :)

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Neil Anthony

It is a song thank you for taking time to read my stuff.
N.

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Marion

Interesting write Neil...lot of anger and pissed offness in this...can relate...x

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