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You don't know me
I make art with the blood from my wounds

You don't know me
I greet the moon with my tears

You don't know me
I bleed myself dry of happiness

You don't know me
I live in a house I cannot call home

You don't know me
So how can you say you that you are in love with me

You don't know me
But if by some chance you do get to know the real me without the bullshit

Please, don't run away from me.
When you get to know me, tell me who I am

Because the saddest part of no one knowing you is not knowing who you are
exposedskin: It would be an honor to be a tree that is a slave to the moon (Default)
When this started i didn't know what I was getting into.
You were a friend.
Then things changed, the sad thing is I alone noticed the change.

You've created a line we cannot cross.
Instead of being on the same side I am stuck opposite from you.
And though you try to give me enough of what I need.
I let greed swallow me whole.

I wait for the day when you meet someone new, someone well suited for you.
And I ask myself "Will that be the same day you'll get tired of me?"

It is such a terrifying question to ask.
But still I'll take the chance
For it'll be your answer that will decide my death.

Will I die on the other side as I watch you live your life
Or do I get chance to be with you on that ever so hopeful side.

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Crooked Thinking

Do you not see how immortal man can be?