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Comfort
I prefer the beautiful lies, The warm, spring-time edges of unfurling hopes, that will only curl and die in the winter of truth. I prefer the soft landings in fields of optimistic futility, where crashing after the fall, I can rest in the arms of a welcoming despair and I prefer the sunset to the sunrise, because endings are less uncertain and darkness more familiar, so, please, offer me your love, and whisper in my ear that a failure to reject is the same as a willingness to accept, And I will listen from somewhere down here in this perpetual sleep, and I will dream a response, just for you, crafted to provide you with the same solace. Please look into my eyes and see what you need to see; And this, and a million other faces, will smile back, just for you and the world that doesnt want to know who it is thats looking back
But someday, I will find the strength to turn the key, open the door, and leave you all behind to craft your own lies iKainheRe
:::: tHe fRienDLy kinDLy cHeeRy giRL ::::
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