I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.





Maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone, keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.

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