If your breath were the only living carbon, you would blow me up with love and fear.
And my sence is buried
And It's just my fault.
Even if my backstabbing lore, says no
If the sky comes closer, will you stay here, like me? But you struggeling, like you never heard my words.
Small pieces of you Isn't a comfort, but all my memories will be.
Think of the empty note, clean and white. And if the front page was about you.
Would it be easier, to forgett?
Because you are not remembered.

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