I know that you wake up everyday. In the middle of the night, you dream, like me and like every soundless breath and calm heart in this world. Tell me if you lose yourself like I do when I die for a while at night. Tell me if you find life in night's death. Tell me if you sleep at all.
I know you walk the world in love with her, the girl who fractured you, and left you limping. And I can only hope that you pull most of the splinters she left out, and I promise you I'll take care of the rest.
I know you walk the world in love with her, the girl who fractured you, and left you limping. And I can only hope that you pull most of the splinters she left out, and I promise you I'll take care of the rest.
Sometimes I wonder if both you and I ever crossed paths, if our lives ever intersected. And hopefully in an intricate whole of a world that will bring us together one day, I'll see you soon...
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