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The unattainable.

Happiness.

You, longing of the living,
You’re just like the ocean waves
Always seeming to come and touch me
But never reaching me in the end
 
And I keep wondering why
Would someone as desired as you
Take delight in being to me so shy
After all that I’ve been through
 
I cannot even look you in the eyes
For you keep running away
And I would tell you a thousand lies
Hoping I could make you stay
 
And you could be my saviour
But you choose to tease me instead
You ruthlessly push me to failure
While I dream of you alone in my bed
 
You, longing of the living,
You’re the poison that brings me to life
Making me want you more than breathing
While sweetly cutting me like a knife
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