This is all an act, and I’m not fine.
I’m crushed.
Because you destroyed the dream that you let me build around you; around us.
You tore apart the fibers that sewed us together,
and took away the skin from my chest that was attached to it.
You left me bleeding.
You broke me.
And now I just can’t find the last pieces of me.
I guess you have them,
because you stole me once from someone else,
and now, you just stole me from myself.
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Sounds like a huge crush, or... a pet lost... but sad anyways... if that's the case, I get why you may be needing some chats these days (it's been weird but sweet for me to hear yor voice lately)
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