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I don’t think I have time

to love or hate you

but for some reason this body thinks I’m immortal.

I don’t want to be dramatic

I don’t want to be like you

breezing into every room like something everybody wants

I don’t think I have time

to linger here,

to love and hate you

I’ll just pass you like the background

But the world is so lonely like that-

maybe,

for you,

I could be immortal.