I once met a person, a person so perfect yet it didn't last it didn't last forever. She changed while I stood still, Like the dreams of you leaving, I now know dreams are real. I would have given you my life, if I had a life to give, I would have given you the world, but what does that matter, you gave me more when we spilt the blood with the black dagger. You blood so deep, your mind so concrete. You fell asleep in my arms, but did that matter? We fell into a hole, you climbed out, while I dug deeper. I now found one more, one more of my never ending weaknesses. I play a song to remember that cold rainy day late in December, do you remember? Love is not for me at least not now.
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