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It was supposed to be a good day

He was just a boy, she was just a girl

At night, the pull to death is unbearable and my thoughts blind me. But it doesn't matter, because I didn't die in the end.

To be invisible, yet visible. Fall to be noticed, then hide to stay away.

She smiles so nobody will know that when she says "nothing is wrong" she is lying

Looking into his eyes, I go where they don't see I go where it hurts and it's true

I'll never make it on the outside. It's easier to stay here.

Just two friends being children for a day

Sometimes, I think I can do anything, as if I could do something meaningful with my life I pretend for a brief moment that maybe I have..

It's up to us to recognise our soul-mate.