The Moment

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My heart beats fast, slow;
Sometimes I don't really know.
Are we friends or something more?
I don't want to be too much-
Or what if I am not enough?

I look ahead to my tomorrows-
the ghost of them, that is.
Among my other questions I wonder-
Will you be a part of my future?
Or just a remnant of my past?

I like you, I really do.
I think you like me too.
But sometimes my mind takes over.
My worries, fears, doubts-they're all out.
In that moment, my heart beats fast, slow.

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