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I am stunned by how,
you, a simple boy,
can in one breath,
destroy years of progress.

(I am not 19, anymore,
I will not be fooled
by eyes the color of
a summer day,
and breath coated
with alcohol that
burns through my chest).

You are not my future,
but you are painted by my past.
A name with the weight of a
thousand mistakes
and a chance for a do-over.

I can’t tell if my heart beats
for you, or for the chance you represent.
(and there is our predestined outcome.

you have his name,
his eyes,
his web of lies.

But this time, I am the one with the
weight of the world on my finger).

when you touch me,
i will not bleed.

(he already drained me dry).

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I am made of magic, madness, and moonlight

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