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my eyes
are like white lies
torn between truth
and love.
honesty lies
within the artificial light
of my bedroom
its walls still strewn
with childlike scribbles
and on the other side
a galaxy awaits
with your love like a black hole
pulling me into
an unfamiliar world.
how do i know
what is best for me
if both are behind
shattered glass?
has my grief
been only a window
for me to see
the real world?
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THOUGHTLESS │✔️
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