CUT_ - Intro

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Beauty is in the anticipation
The yearning, the craving
The fire burning in you
Eagerly waiting until it is in your hand
But when you finally hold it, it’s so powerful yet so fragile
That you cannot help yourself from squeezing it to death
You feel it crumble in your grip, turn to dust and blow away until you have
nothing left, nothing but the fading memory of a feeling
I told you I’d fix it, I told you I was in control, I told you I was cool…
I lied