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"i only wanna say things that are pure
now i won't be talking anymore.
i only wanna do things that are true.
Every time i move i'm hurting you."

We freak out, we take turns.
It's okay to lose it every now and then, as long as we realize what the fuck we're doing and apologize in time. As long as one of us is capable of recognizing what the other is going through, catching the train of thought even if it's running fast and halfway through. As long as we believe our ears more than the crazy smoke detector in our brain, the one that got slapped around so many times it just goes off for anything.

If the doubt is made clear and there is room for clearing out, there will be progress.

The good thing is you and I can't stay down for too long... I'll stand up bleeding and forgive you if you want to hug me and help me understand why. You'll fight back, even when I don't attack - or don't intend to - but I know you, you know me. No fear can be worth more than the way we understand each other's points of view.

I hate fighting, but at least we have a productive way of doing it. We don't go to bed with lumps in our throats, we get it off. It's messy at first, but we must stay there till the end, wait. Never leave.

Because we expect to get a greater understanding - and so we find.