Fleeting notifications and things that self-destruct
Balancing on an emotional tightrope so fine you could cut
Equal parts excitement, equal parts doubt
Trying to keep your head from reaching the clouds
You tell yourself it’s just for fun
But you know you won’t tell anyone

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A yarn-spinner, master storyteller
The words linger in your mind
Tightening their grip as you scroll past line by line
A rush, a high
But words are just words
And you tell yourself it’s just for fun
But you’re not convinced he’s not the one

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You tread slowly
But as quickly as it started, as quickly it slipped away
A sandstorm passing by
Conversations in the dark
They disappear into the night
You tell me it’s just for fun
But you know yourself better than anyone