im not writing angsty poetry to procrastinate on actual fics, you are

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I can't erase the thought of the fire in you
I can't erase the loss and pain
From when she went gone and took your flame

And now all I see is dark
And pitch black
Running around without a direction or purpose
Because well, love
My purpose was you

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