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I know its wrong, To think like I, yet...
But, may I speak my Will of how its written in my book?

That Realization;

People can be together...
Yet, Ultimately we're all Alone.

To make someone mine....
I know,
Its just impossible,

If I didn't feel like I shan't, then, we'd know that I can't.

Are we exact?
Kinda the same as we are?
The Grey Matter of me,
Ain't going to speak like me,

The External me,
Is it yet to disspear?

Exact?

Two People can't become one,
No matter how Close
They get
In the End;;;;


People are all alone.
. . . . To make someone yours,

So, it's simply Impossible.





I know.





Its just Impossible.

But sometimes, Maybe I'd just forgotten,


So, you can have whatever life you want,


Before this feeling Faded....

Our lives were so Intertwined,


Yet, I didn't understand you,


We are all alone,