we climb to where my favorite well stands, everyday, until one day I couldn't.

I don't budge, when it's you who reprimands, a broken promise who says I shouldn't.

It's you, who shouts the red that I can't see, I laugh, amused by the gurgling noises.

And you, who says that we're alone and free, but in my head, there are all these voices. 

In poetry, it suits that you are thou.
I write, 'thou bed of stars I dare ask thee'

'if a wishing coin, my eyes race art thou', does it count to win if you outran me?'

   I'd choose facade; your fate to fall downhill, but matter I try, my name isn't Jill

**a/n: HAVE YOU FREAKING WATCHED 13RW? Anyways even if you didn't read all that and don't know it, there's always ever been a battle going on in someone's head. For those in particular, love, choose to keep going.

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