I'll do it alone; I'll do it with countless others,
but I can't do it with just you.
I'm so sorry, honeybee, because I love your smile.
And I could cry because you'll never be enough.
Not one pair of bright eyes is enough.
My steps only follow the dark. You shine too bright.
I won't stop searching; I'll keep falling off the edge.
I won't conquer myself, not my fears, thoughts, or actions.
There is never an end,
only the fluids dropping from my bleeding, lonely theories.
And in this adventure, there will be you, me,
and a handful of people I battle to love.
And in this adventure, there will be you, me,
and a handful of people I battle to love.
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