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Thank you for talking
You almost saved me from something
I saved you too I guess
But it's a rather big accomplishment
From someone so insignificant,
You see me still?
Even if I don't love myself?
My love is like a mirror of my will to live
It's there but it can kill or be killed,
Love yourself
For you are the dark whom everyone loves
I tried to burn the past but my matchsticks are wet
And my feet are still all sore from all the walking ...
But in this dark, at least I have your voice ...
Strange as that may sound.
If I get a grip on life, maybe I can pull you with me
To a place not exactly better than were we used to be
But at least, you and I have a grip on sanity
And maybe we can be saved from that moment
That always sounds so frightening and appealing,
Which makes us question our being,
It's still there but at least we are not dead.
And now we are talking again,
About something else
And thank you again for that I guess ...
