How did we become these broken things?

How did we become these broken things? We won’t find salvation in this. We are charlatans with blood shot eyes, but it makes us safe and warm. We just want to feel alive at any cost. It turns all my weakness into my strength. We are not the unforgivable things we’ve done. It makes you confess all your secrets to me. I can’t believe the wonderful things you’ve said to me. It gives me hope for a miracle. We could start over tonight. Oh, I could give it all up for you. So darling, I’m not leaving until you kiss me goodnight. You could be my miracle. 

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