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Mar 2019
I thought
I couldn’t live. Shouldn’t
To be precise

Took time,
I’m still alive, thanks

I merely accepted the fact that
One day I’ll see you again
I’ll meet your kids. Maybe you’ll even meet mine.
Maybe I’ll meet mine.

I could’ve lived with that.

I thought

Like a sick joke, like a sweet
Lullaby sung on a raging carousel
You spun back around,
And with a tip of a nail,
So did the axis of my world

I know.

I also remember. I always will.

How you tore your eyes
Those soulful eyes
Off of me
And chose to look at a star glittered sky like it was where you belonged
As I chose to keep my eyes on you
Written by
Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
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   Fawn, Perry and shadowedsilhouette
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