This isn't some childish desire
to stay a mystery
or that I like ambiguity.
This is a guessing game
with the odds stacked against me
I'm going to need a lot of luck indeed
to fill these gaps in me
half as well
as your imagination does.
. . .
It’s not about what you have done, Or what you can do. It’s not a thing that’s bound to reality. Our unhappiness is bound only by our i...
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