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A perfect world would've been us finding each other in the end,
not living in a space filled with maybe's, never's, or unknown,
and having the capacity for something tangible or certainties.
You would meet me halfway if I needed
never needing to question the validity of my love
as it is easy to inhale and exhale; second nature knowing.
But that perfect isn't real
and I am stuck wanting a version of you that doesn't exist beyond my mind.
I cannot alter this reality to want you to want me,
but I can't live in the reality that I conjured
knowing I wake up to it all disappearing.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
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