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I sit here and I think about you.
I think about other universes floating
around outside of the abyss,
and how there's a possibility
of another you and another me.
How maybe this other you and
other me are together,
and maybe we're free.
And I feel this gnawing at me --
I can't help it.
I can't help but wish that
I was in that far away place.
How lucky I must be that
somewhere among the stars
I can feel your hand on my cheek.
Your fingers running through my hair,
comforting me through my tears.
A world where I don't have to rely
on the thought of us.
God, I wish things could have been
different.
I feel my chest aching with something
awful
because I know it will never be that way.
And I look at you and it hurts.
And maybe that's what the world
has been trying to tell me all this time.
That I need you.
That we don't always get what we want,
and it fucking hurts.
That despite the pain,
we have to find a way to keep moving.
To wipe the blood from our lip
and try to stop from falling.
And I don't know why I still believe in this world.
This cruel, cruel world.
But I do.
Because that's what you taught me to do.
So I cling to the thought of us,
and that'ss what gets me through the day.
mrm