the guns fire their last shot and it feels like a bullet to my heart.
he's not coming back.
aspirations, locked up. most of all wanting to fly. and every mirror is shattered.
does that mean the tears are fake?
why do you go, tiger? why do you tilt your head that way?
all these random thoughts going through my mind. the least you can do is make them stop.
this makes me feel close to you again.
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