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You can run from time but it will always catch you.

I can’t remember you anymore.

Ground me.

We will destroy all that we create.

My sun and moon, my light after noon.

I want to melt into you, and hear my skin burning as you show me what it means to be alive.

I can see through you, you, you.

The walls we put up always end up crashing upon us.

The cosmos reminded me of your eyes.

They expect you to be perfect and when you’re not they expect you to be worthless.