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Night possibly the sweetest time,
when angels enter our minds and disappear,
leaving only images of darkest desires,
a glimmering dream but dreams make hope,
and hope leads to love... then I die,
because love leads to you.
I've never been so sure never been so unsure either,
I wish this was simple wishing it was just us
wishing and dreaming with all my dying heart
I was with you.
Nothing hurts more than wanting something,
someone and knowing you'll never have them,
because in getting your own enjoyment
you hurt those who matter most.

I love her, she's the on who matters most to me.
I love you, you're the best thing to happen to me.
"To me" sounds so selfish,
but I'm the one stuck in the middle; not you