We are made up of reality; so much reality that we're so different. A reality that starts to hurt, until we find the least painful one.
And you? You're my reality.
Even if you made me feel
Everything at once
Even if you made me feel
These afflicting emotions
Even if you were my most painful reality,
I couldn't care any less
-...Even if... //k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
