we
pass by,
in a dream,
our whole lives.scared to breathe.
scared to die.
scared to sleep,
or say goodbye.
a whispering.
in lullabye.
a memory.
another life.
but you and me,
will always find ourselves together...
words get complicated,
messes we've created,
time always replaces what we love.
with unfamiliar faces,
big holes, empty spaces,
so sure that it will kill us to be alone.
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