Calling

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Calling you for a million reasons now,
Looking for just one to stay.
The anger is inside me,
Burning me to top of my soul.
Why do you believe me?
This is a demon of my heart.
Too selfish to let you go,
Too stupid to hope for it again.
The war is for my loss,
The fight is on my command.
The demand to stop,
To explore my body at least.
The love that it starts,
Can never be won.
Thousand to a billion reasons,
Or maybe count to the stars again.
Nothing is stopping me from loving you now,
Not even my curved self.
The urge is strong,
Feels like a fire at the start.
Meant to burn me alive,
Why is is it reaching your hands?
Scowling through your touch,
Looks like I found a home of my own.
Looking for a reason to be,
Calling you for my peace again.

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