it took a hammer, to sledge each of these rivets, I laid all my tracks
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I am a place holder.
I am what is between you, and the other.
I am unnoticed, but holding fast.
I am neither the beginning or the end.
I am never the first love, or the last.
I am only the girl between all the rest.
does that make me an artist or a surgeon?
does it make me neither, I’m not certain
does it make me Mr. Hyde or the Doctor?
am I Frankenstein or the Monster?
When presented with the option of being Sheep or Wolf, Be the Sheepdog. Guard the flock, by guiding the flock.
I want to grow old with you. Maybe not as lovers do.
Fear Of Missing Out (on you)
I’m waging war on my clock!