the sight of you

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If I saw you again, I know I would freeze
I would become paralysed by fear, petrified
I'd avoid eye contact and back away
I'd look for someone else to save me
But I wish that I'd walk up to you and punch you in the face
I wish I'd scream at you
I wish that I'd not back down
But I know I will
And I hate myself for it
Because I'd be letting you win
And I'm a really sore loser

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