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Even if it Kills Me

 

Happiness

To alone

Again

 

All in the blink of an eye

 

She was a temporary island

Of reality

In my sea of bullshit

 

How do I not fall in love

With a soul that mirrors mine

In so many ways

 

The best of both worlds

 

Spending my nights

With a bed full of books

Gets fucking old