Having you near me, girl, makes me feel like the world is one big dream. And everything that happened, happened in our sleep. Love is as beautiful as death. Its that sleep you never want to wake up from. You just want to keep dreaming, and falling into her arms again and again and again. She felt so strong, to carry me everytime I fell tiringly onto her. It felt like she was the one giving me strength; my masculinity felt like a powerless echo of helplessness. She was powerful, helping me in each step, much more than I helped her, I think. She kept me dreaming, and writing, and living. She kept me holding onto the edge of that cliff of life, just so I could savour this immortality for one special memory in the depths of my inside workings. Everytime I fell, I craved in silence how I wanted to fall again.
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