•Sixty-Nine•

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Just like the craters of the moon
I leave no impact
The ones left on me are timelines leaving their historical mark on me
Those visible marks become one with me instead of who I fought to be
Nobody cares about the hurt I took to save face
You could careless about our perfect orbit
It was careless of me to make you my whole world
I guess I understand why they call it comet suicide
Anyone who gets fooled by your magnetic grace
Always ends in fire
Go on with your grace and lite me up

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