It grows roots
And you don't really know how it happened
But now you can't remember anything else
Those things I can't say out loud
Because I don't know how
Or because I'm scared
Or because of the timing
Always the fucking timing
It slips out sometimes
I almost say fuck it and let it all go
But I reel it back in
Don't wait until it turns into 'too late'
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