Are you frozen in the past? Am I?
Why is it that the more you stay there, the more I run away?
What is this strange, twisted world I wanted to be part of so badly? And why did I? I could never have you, anyway. And all that you gave me was not enough. How much it hurt to be like that, how much the hurt has fueled my run away from everything — towards myself.
Do I dare to be honest?
Do I dare to be true?
Is there anything else more true than pain, if love is opaque and trapped under a curtain of thick ice?
How do things fit together?
And what is, still, this light of darkness and sticky ink that covers all good things and makes them unbearable, now?
This crushed hope has crashed my flaky dreams. They melted to nothing while I emerged from the silence of absence. Still, but screaming and fighting until I would be the only thing left, and the aftermath of myself would swipe away all things we once had, but you.
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