I'm in love with the story,
I'm in love with the idea,
I'm in love with a lie.
It's not romance or affection,
It's not passion or lust,
It's merely a sense of belonging,
A sense of closeness.
It's that one long moment,
It's where the feelings live,
It's the same place of blooming,
It's the same place of dying.
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