Suddenly
I've lived over half my life
If you and I are nothing more than stardust
Why do we always fight?
It's hard to see
The beauty in the mystery
I dream about it endlessly
While drifting through these people we've become
Finally
I'm learning to wield this knife
If you and I were never meant to be here
Why does it feel so right?
It's hard to see
The beauty through the misery
While severing old tendencies
To ruminate, dissect, and comprehend
It's hard to see
The beauty of our memory
Forgotten in a century
When nothing matters more than where we are
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