I am standing on the front line of a battle,
raging, storming, building ever and ever stronger.
The screaming, the stomping,
I'm losing my mind.
I want you, I need you,
But I should not have you.
One side is screaming yes,
The other no,
And I am stuck in the middle walking a fine line,
Not willing to give into either side until you give me my orders.
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