Stalling
I’ll tell you soon,
I promise myself,
I glance at the clock,
Telling myself that I’ll tell you in a few minutes,
But I know that I’m stalling,
I’m buying time,
Anything to keep me from telling you what I know,
But I know I must tell you sometime,
Or else I’ll be swept up in a mess of lies.
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