Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.
Talking hours everyday for weeks. Silence.
Was it me? Or was it something else that clicked in your brain?
Am I overthinking things? Or are you drawing the line?
Then, again - what are we? We are what we are, and we should stick to that.
But why is it that sometimes, we cross the line, and sometimes we so strictly draw the line...
Just because you did it first, doesn't mean I can't draw the line too.
Then again, isn't this how all things fall apart.
I don't really want to do it, but because you did, I do it back too.
Perhaps, this was just a disaster in the making.
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