The sight of him
it's overwhelming
i want him to be mine
but thats not possible
and that kills me
even slower.
The gods must hate me
for desiring such a love
such security from a
mortal soul.
I can't let go
even though i know
he won't love me back
and i persist on destroying myself
for him, because just maybe....
(he'll be able to love me back)
So with woeful eyes
and a heavy soul,
i keep on loving him
and that kills me even slower,
humane euthanasia to take away
feeling
THATS BULLSHIT!
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