Sex with you is like running a marathon
The whole time I think who will reach the finish line first
Because I hate running
I decide to let you have it
One because your faster
Two because someone deserves some satisfaction for this fucked up situation
This race use to be so invigorating
I would have run against you for hours
But now I close my eyes
So you can't see the secrets of my emotions
And I can continue this charade of love
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