There's only so far I'm willing to go.
Only so much weight I'm willing to throw.
So much space for me left to grow.
So much time spent not high, but low.
There's only so long I'm willing to wait.
Only so long I'll stay in that state.
There's only so long I can put off my fate.
Even then it's just pushed to a further-back date.
There's only so much I can do in a day.
Only so long I can push you away.
There's only a bit that I'm willing to say.
You're only so pliable, mould you like clay.
There's only a smidgen of doubt in my mind.
That if I deny you, you'll leave me behind.
That your many faces are masks, of a kind.
That if I am truthful, I'm afraid of what I'll find...
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