Good Mourning
Is this fate how we ended?
I hate how it can't be mended
Your madness, my sadness
We both ignite, but both lost the fight
My immaturities, just triggered your anxieties
I became toxic, we became tragic
Is there a cure? Maybe magic
But my love's pure. Baby it's not a trick
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