collision.

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We are drawn to one another
Like a moth to a flame, Icarus to the sun

A collision course for disaster
Neither prepared for the fall out

Drowning in a sea of dopamine
We have lost ourselves entirely

His mistake to think a fallen angel would be his saviour
He suffers, and I allow it

My mistake to allow the devil in
I am ruined, and he is responsible

Together we are darkness and destruction
A raging war that will leave no survivors


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