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A Weakness Of Moment

You kiss me in a darkly lit room. Tell me I'm pretty. Please, tell me I'm pretty. I ask if you will regret this later. You say no. You just need me to Stay... Right... There... Wait, no, stop. You hear a voice. Voices. People. Panic. [Fight or flight] I am tossed to the side. You chose flight. We must save the image. [Just laugh it off] Don't let them know. [Just laugh it off] Never let them see. [Just laugh it off] It was nothing you say. It was nothing I say. .exit stage left.