maybe the reason why i'm always alone,
was because even though he loved
the thunderstorms,
wildfires and
high-end cocktails,
he was scared that everytime the
feeling fades, i would walk away
and come back to being on cloud-nine,
he wasn't in for the
drunken nights
or the
neon lights,
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he was in for
the history,
the mystery,
and
the chance to be free.
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