There is a space inside my mind reserved for you.
It's not huge and there is little in the way of a view.
But it's yours, even those little corruptions will always be yours.

A smile is lodged in the back of my closed imagination,
but it is not for you.
You cannot have it.
It's mine.
Everyone need a way out, an exit strategy.

If you want, you can take my apathy.
I don't really care what happens to it.
It's yours to do whatever you want with.
Be careful though, it might be slightly contagious.
... not that you'd give a damn after a while.

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