music was my drug.
music was my drug.
it numbed me enough to make it.
i didn’t feel anything anymore.
i hadn’t felt anything in a long time—
or at least until you came back.
i was smiling... but without a purpose.
then you came and you just drew me back in without trying and threw me back out with just as little effort.
you broke my heart.
and i felt it.
you reminded me that i wasn’t —
ah... indestructible. impenetrable. unbreakable. untouchable.
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