not rhyming

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I'm never happier than when I'm with you. I don't know what you do. / I'm not used to these feelings. / What are you doing to me? I'm constantly singing, involuntarily,
And in the end, when the stars have all collapsed and blackholes rule the skies, when the sun dies and the moon can no longer reflect its vibrant light, when the seas take over the shores
The more she learned about the world,  the easier it became to pull her apart, to tear her limb from limb until there was nothing left.    The more she learned about human cruelty,
Sometimes I think about the way it used to be.    Simple. Happy.    And suddenly I am left with a burning in my chest, A longing for things that have been and can never be again.   
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