loving is for the dead.

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""our love is dying.


those fatal secrets? now rising:

even teardrops are crying.

you were no longer complying,

so i was just left supplying.


all this spying and prying

just to find out everything was underlying.

aren't we supposed to be unifying?

why am i the one to keep us shining?


how horrifying:

to love someone too much, thinking you're climbing...

when really, you're just fighting.

and i can't keep on spying,

this is not what how i pictured my first love; so drying.


i've lost too much to be trying,

now all i need is good timing.

so the death of us will just be the icing.""


date: 23rd november, 2020
time: 00:33 a.m.

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