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Does it even matter?
Is it love that I'm after?
Is it hate that I seek?
Quick death to be bleak?
I want nothing more?
Do you want me for sure?
Have you seen me?
But why must I be?
I am nothing more than a shadow.
But you are something I can't lose.
You follow me like the rain follows clouds.
But I will never hide in your shine.
This is the final time, the final night, that I will dream to die.
Forget your face.
Quicken this pace.
Empty me out and bury my fate.