The white noise fades, reality becomes clear,
Realizing the only person left standing is you dear.
The only one decoding my frequency’s rhythm
The only one still accepting all the fucks I’ve not given.
I find comfort in your choas, logic is stress,
Found sanctuary in our mirrored distress.
You and I against all odds, at odds with ourselves,
dusted off our history we left sitting on internal shelves.
A wreck, a riot, we’re a slow burning flame,
Two different versions of the same pain.
Our storm is special, keep those skies of blue,
There is no “me” if there is no “you”
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