Entry no. 49: Spark

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We were drifting more each day.

I needed to just forget about you.

But it was hard

You know, then?

I always thought that you were extremely oblivious.

I thought you could see through my walls,

maybe,

but no,

not anymore.

I created this mess,

but the explosion hadn't happened yet.

I could almost picture the sparks flying everywhere, the fire rising,

the wind howling,

the people whispering,

and it will just be me.

You

won't

save

me.

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