And she was never free.

𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕.

Paired up, they mean something

You and me

Don't ever let go of what's beloved, please

As a result of loving

As a result of forgetting

As a result of losing

As a result of dying

you all died

An unfilled relationship? like One pair of shoes

But you see, that's just fine

Don't gloss it over and say that's terrible

Because, I and myself, we're all ghosts

Very selfish ghosts.

let me go

and let me rot in peace

you ripped my heart apart and handed it over to me

I smiled all the while you did that

you died.

I killed you...