What if i looked at you,
And never felt this way?
What if i looked at you,
But never looked away?
Would you still feel the way you do?
Or would you leave the way i know you want to?
I'm begging and pleading,
But my lungs, still, aren't breathing
The same air as you.
Now you're gone, that much is true.
Will i ever get closer to you?
Or are the heaven's stories true?
Are you gone from me once again?
I guess that's fine. The end.
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