of two years of imaginary comforting softness
that never actually happened
and has to end, ultimately.
one-sided hardcore crave for something that has never existed,
and i've known it all along, but reality is a harsh -- especially
at moments of half-self-inclined remembrance.
you have no power over me - but i do -- that is scarier than anything that i can ever imagine -- scarred again.
funny that is has to end with the same vibe.
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