The Seven Deadly Sins
I’m never proud of me, but I couldn’t be more proud of you
I’ve lost myself again, but what if finding me takes losing everything else, too?
I’ve never wanted anything more than to reach out and feel your touch
That will never happen because I’m not her, and it pains me so much
I’ll sit in this glutinous span of greed and desire
While my feelings turn from desperation to you burning alongside me in the fire
And I give up, because what is there left on this earth for me?
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