It's getting hard to tell where
What I am ends and
What they're making me begins
I won't be denied this time
'Fore I go out of my mind
Over matters
Got my foot on the ladder and
I'm climbing up to the moon
If only I really could.
I know Rach means well, and, intellectually, I know she's right; but right now, what she's telling me is just tearing me farther apart.
How can anybody know what they want and don't know what they want simultaneously?
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