my breath ends as yours begins
your hate is my love
your good will my sin
you make my heart stop
you make my head spin
and i hope that
you'll do it all over again
Someday, we will just be stars in the sky. We will just be empty space. Someday, we will stop being nobodys and become nothing. Someday we will be stories, we will be words. Someday, nobody will remember what we looked like. Someday, all of our photographs will fade away. Someday, it will be as though we never existed.
(But we did. And we did it well.)
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