You believe you are real.
I think you just steal.
Ruining my patience
and my time has run out.
I’m ending this now
by walking out on you.
Blessed art thou with your perfectionistic blues.
You torture me with your eyes
both telling me to stay and run away.
I won’t look at you anymore
’cause I only feel ruin.
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