If this is the end of the world,
Will you hold my hand and stand it by me?
And even if we weren’t,
Can we pretend like we were meant to be?
Can we pretend just for the last few seconds,
That if the stars had had time to align,
I would have ended up being yours,
And you would have still ended up mine.
My blog is stabbedpages.wordpress.com and I write to get out of my own head sometimes, to get out of the darkness.
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