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It's as though I've stopped seeing the world.
My eyes can't focus on the sky or its line.
I've got this blur. I just can't focus on the horizon.
All I'm seeing lately is you.
It's absolutely horrifying.
Last night I told you that you might be the death of my art.
You make me so absolutely happy, that I can't reach the misery that drives me to create.
You're absolving the cancer that's made me so weak for more than five years.
But I fear I'll lose myself into you.
My eyes can't focus on the sky or its line.
I've got this blur. I just can't focus on the horizon.
All I'm seeing lately is you.
It's absolutely horrifying.
Last night I told you that you might be the death of my art.
You make me so absolutely happy, that I can't reach the misery that drives me to create.
You're absolving the cancer that's made me so weak for more than five years.
But I fear I'll lose myself into you.