No pens to drop
No more paint to waste
No more sketches to throw
No more ideas to ruin
No more colors to fade
No more chances to escape
No more words left
As everything ends
I still want you
I'll chase you
Even if it is
Feels like I was only chasing a ghost
Who can't be with me...


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