I look at you and
I look at you and you look through me. Then you disappear. Where did you go? Can I come? I'll go with you, so you're not alone. You're my best friend and I love you.
I hear you, but you ignore me. I know you hear me too, you hear me when we're not together, when I'm thinking to myself. You hear my heart, so you must hear it breaking now.
But I'm still here. I'm holding on.
A month ago I watched my world officially crumble and break for the last time. There's nothing left to lose. I close my eyes and brace myself for the destruction that's occurring in my mind.
But I'm still here. I'm holding on.
Earthquake, everything is shaking and breaking. Tsunami, everything is drowning and being consumed by the pressure, just like me. Wild Fire, everything i know and love is burning before my eyes. The remains lay in front of me.
And I'm still here. I'm letting go.
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