i spiralled and fell further and further down a hole of technicolour and shrieking laughter in an echo of late nights and early mornings. my heart was dry and my soul was empty but hands were warm, for the first time in a long time.
was i happy? no. i was on the edge of cutting the chord.
was i fulfilled? absolutely. what more could i want? i finally had the emptiness and darkness i desired.
when people asked me why i was letting myself go, i replied, "because it's my turn to be selfish. and this is the only way i know how."
i spilled my truths, my secrets, my heart, my mind, myself to a girl i met on the fall down. she was falling too, but for another reason. she was falling for someone while i was falling because of someone. she took me in and listened to me and cried as she whispered her soul in my ear. she became everything to me and i became everything to her- well, that was what she told me.
but she was a liar too. and i fell further d o w n
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