i hate that i can never fill up.
i want to refuel. i want to burn up.
i'll never know why but the answer is gone.
so i just want to say;
''i can't sleep while you breathe.
i can't think while i breathe.''
i guess the color blue is a good fit for you.
melt in my hands but don't drag me in this.
you're on your own.
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