Is it beautiful that I wait for you
or is it pathetic?
This is the question for me.
A budding flower or a bloomed rose, which will die twice as fast
which could this be?
Beginning of the ending, ending of the beginning, im stuck in purgatory, starved for new ideas. Somehow, I don't think I mind.
As it has always been said with every friend, every lover, every stranger; you deserve better than me- but I dont deserve better than you.
"His head was a city
Of paper buildings
And the echoes that remained
Of old friends and lovers
Their features bleeding
Together in his brain"-DCFC
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