existing (large work in progress)
I choose you
after all the shit
all the lies
all the pain and torture
I
can't let you in anymore
can't bear to think about you
choose you
perfection doesn't exist
and i know
i will always
be searching
tirelessly
for that perfect
someone
who is
on the opposite spectrum
from where you
stand
until then
i will continue
to just be
existing
without
a cause
to exist for
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