My darling, I don’t even truly know you,
But is there anyone who does it better?
I have no words inside of me to tell you:
I am afraid that they may sound bitter.
Escape is just the hardest type of crime,
Like suicide with hopes of immortality.
Though I know it is just the perfect time,
The perfect place to start a new reality.
12-may-2019
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