I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

they loved each other

there was nothing to pull them apart

may they be happy forever

that was obvious from the start

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the slip was there, they simply ignored it

a tiny error on their matrix

but thrown to an endless pit

they knew that it was one thing they couldn’t fix

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what if it was something everybody liked?

it’s maybe too much warm for outsiders

and what if they already knew?

being like small jokes

but never laughed at home