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With our hands intertwined,
we rode towards the war,
not caring what was behind;
now we're here, this far.

I think I'll forever be scared
of this world full of lies,
of the things this world flared,
of the land where my fear lies.

When Loneliness introduced
himself to me,
I gave my best and reduced
what I've to be.

I can miss him and his name
anytime, anywhere,
but that won't be my aim;
I just don't really care.

We all have the choice to drown,
especially you and I, you and I.
You have other happy pills who're down;
I'm the one; we know not why.

It's about nobody but you--
the rare poem I had written in gray.
It doesn't matter, but--ooh--
I've been merging bridges all the way.

I might owe several things
to Tragedy and Loneliness,
but with you, I have my wings
of Joy and Courageousness.

I don't want us to leave
this treacherous world.
I don't want us to deceive
each other by word.

I don't want you to die
for me.
I don't want your goodbye
for me.

Don't you dare to let me go.
Don't leave me--there will be no 'yet.'
I don't want you as my Romeo,
'cause I'm already tired of being Juliet.

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