Lowered to your degree,
Given away. Entirety. Everything.
Effort, after effort, and there is still no return.
Accepted your silence, rebelled against protection.
I was never good at goodbyes,
Here is the approach.
Magic potion, stealing heartbeats.
Vital signs created to prove that we're alive.
No matter what they tell you, it doesn't feel that way inside.
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