It’s that type of love


Would I give my life for her?
Would I sacrifice everything, for her?
Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings?
Would I trust her… with every god damn thing?

When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence
When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it
When there’s gain, there’s always loss so in the end there’s really nothing
There’s ponder about the great wide universe
An indication
And something to believe in

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