As these endless thoughts drip from my soul
Every single word secretly paints a fairytale
Of when we will melt into one...
Eyes forfeit sight to the pain
Cold scalpel's steel whispers tear at my very core
Love Ties
Most things in the world aren't black, aren't white, aren't wrong, aren't right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there's nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don't have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey.
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