r e m n a n t s [on an indefinite hiatus]

Chapter twenty-three: drifted

he was everything she wanted;

she was everything he needed;

they were two ships each on a different shore;

each has a destiny that for them, other people already stored;

they often think, "who are we doing this for?"

"should we walk out, out of an open door?"

they think and think of what might happen ahead;

but maybe it was because of that, that the seas and stroms roared;

and eventually they drifted apart towards the world they loathed;

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shout out to @zaynrenee for helping me write this poem. lavyuuh mother hen woo~