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Even if it Kills Me



To alone



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