and another season began,
of inexistence.
The hail screamed empty
thoughtless, meaningless words
that carried me.
Carried me away from the closure.
What little shield was broken.
And thrown into the wind.
Ashes over ashes, the unseemingly unites
over poison, over whispers.
the passion, the forbidden fire was relit.
Through a single kiss.
And once again a tumble into the unknown.
fighting the temptation and failed to a miserable extent of replaying the inevitable, horrible, truth... and a stabbing of the back that dealt a slow, painful, and inevitable death. You will die...You will... Now if you can only save yourself without listening to the jeers of paranoia seeping into your disillusioned brain dripping with so much pride and pleasure of taking away the thing that matters to me, which is both my cure and my poison. Hopefully,you will, as you said, 'grow up...'
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