The Questions You Ask Yourself

How can the slightest touch move so much
Like earthquakes and tsunamis coming from the smallest nudge
How can so much warmth come from your cold, trembling hands
How can I feel so brave and so scared at the same time

How can everything move so slowly and my heart beat so fast
How can I be so sure yet have so many questions to ask
How can something so right hurt so much
How can every cliché in the book feel like it’s being heard for the first time

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