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From my left to your right,
With bare stops inbetween.
Apart from each other,
We both know where we've been.

Cold like a quarry, lost in deep december haze,
Tucked beneath bare ruins, away from the suns' rays.

Always.

It builds up to this.
This nothing,
This something.
But what?

I don't like to live.
I'm nothing,
I'm something.
But what?

You deserve what you get,
Be it good or even bad.
You deserve to be thing that I could never have,
Beautiful.