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i imagine the line between my life and your death as a two-way mirror. you see me but i cannot see you, and every day i press my palm up to the glass and hope your hand finds it every time.
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Sometimes we are so focused on our future, that we don't realize we are in the middle of what we used to pray for
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You're like a space that is living inside my ribcage, I want to held your hands out of nowhere because every touch of yours promises my soul that I'm safe I yearned to collapse into you. my love, like how I yearned the world to end I wanted to fade into your arms like I'm conveying my whole world entirely to yours, I'm the universe and you are my creator
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So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
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distance isn't the amount of miles between us, it's the amount of things we don't say to each other
