Crazy
As most people would think, I would've gone insane already after meeting you,
But I've gone crazy after I lost you.
I now know what it's like to feel the harshness of loss, and losing you twice would be too much.
I feel the beast rushing inside me as I need to be by your side until dawn.
I wasn't crazy until I met you.
I wasn't Crazy.
I wasn't crazy until I met you.
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