Dying, To Love
It might be our only chance to die--
is this all there is?
You're gone
just the darkness and the pain
I can't find you
of my own heart breaking
yet you're right in front of me
--but I can't find you.
I thought you loved me
and you just let me keep believing
I was so so wrong.
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