she isn't real
I can't make her real
she seemed dressed in all of me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
she's everything to me
the unrequited dream
a song that no one sings
the unattainable
she's a myth that I have to believe in
"and do you think it doesn't hurt inside here?"
that was the last time I said I love you to her.
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