its easy to mistake the storm in our chest
with the one brewing in the sky
they both make us cold
wet
cry
scared
thats all i feel now
fear
its everwhere
in every conversation we havent had yet
that might not happen
when we cut ourselves this way
theres no telling that we can be glued back together
fixed
but what about the forever you promised
that i trusted
im starting to wonder if it really exist
and if it does why it isnt more important than now.
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