A dove is a glove, that I wear in my heart.
You're pushing me away, to decay like the day that I loved....
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What do I have to show, to a world that the only way to destroy
Is to dieeeeeeeeeeeee like a baby boyyyyyyyyyyyy
I could be happy in infinity, of the space of my eyelid
But I know IÂ’m somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,
And it would be real,
And I eat my last meal
Wish that I could feel
But now I donÂ’t even know if IÂ’m real