His chapter has ended. I am clean, yet his gaze haunts me in my favorite movies and shows. Living without him is easy, but those eyes compel me to close my own. Those eyes used to interrogate me and make my heart race. It is not love and never was—it is obsession. It is an obsession with how the red string was supposed to draw us closer, but now it tears us apart.
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Oh baby, with all this mess, I still save you a space Capture and try all viral photobooths or spinning spirals in the woods Wearing red, black, or blue, but the crowns are made for us two Don't mind lying on my floral, 'cause I am not bothered with your Arsenal We can replace that football team, 'cause I just want to keep the rhythm