Love never dies a natural death
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing
That's why I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away
Cause living in a hallucination of being loved is more painful than rejection
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