I was drowning and you were like coming up for fresh air,
-except that I didn't need the air.
-except that I didn't want pieces of me to get dissipated as the air travelled in all directions at once
-except that the vacuum was my only way of survival.
-except that I was in a whirlpool of emotions and it was impossible for me to get out of it without losing parts of myself.
You thought you were putting me out of my misery when you were my misery. You were it

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