are our common interests mine or yours?
were we faking connection for fleeting affection?
i'm afraid to admit i still want it
everything i loved in him is what grew from you
and every scathing trait is absent.
but i was adoring a false image.
egos pushed aside, i don't care if we live or die
if you were on the edge i'd be your push
you're just as ugly as i am
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