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Tonight, I’d be fine
I could sleep
In the midst of chaos
I’d move backwards
everytime my guilt decapitated my essence

Tonight, I found somebody's reflection on a broken mirror
And it was a boy
He was made from my desperate prayers
in every crowds

Sometimes I saw him with his innocent smile
Sparkling eyes and curly hair
Clean uniforms and black loafers
His voice was kind
He looked alive, and perfect
Unlike the world
I was ragged
I wish I were you
I'd have been beautiful

Tonight, I'd fight with my dirty nails and sharpened wooden stick
You’d fight with soft words that kill minds
I drank their blood
You danced with their corpses
But we both lost the war,
despite our childhood secret dreams
We knew we’d do

Maybe I should hold your hand from the start
Before I brought you your doom, and you brought mine
But it’s fine
Cause the longing is finally ending

The longing is finally ending.

~•~

/ Why I Only Face You Now When I've Known You Since Forever /




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