Perfectly

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Don’t want to close my eyes,’

I whisper. This could all be my

imagination, and I’d forever

regret it. Redbull and coffee

even till after I crash. Have

to stay awake even if it’s just

for a bit, and I know they say

nothing ever lasts but then

why  do I feel like I’ve found

my better half? We fit into

 each other’s arms perfectly.

 Tell me this wasn’t meant to

happen. I’d call you a liar,

but you already knew that.

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