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It was quite late at night, the lights were out
All I saw was a small green tick, next to your profile picture
I could feel the words forming at my fingers
Words that could make or break your impression of me
With tentative, hesitant hands and a cup of coffee
I typed my first words to you; a 'hey, how are you?'
I was ecstatic when you replied; a simple 'hello'
Yet I told myself not to get overexcited; I didn't get it then
How such simple words could bring me such joy.
It was ridiculous. They were just words from a stranger.
And when we finally struck up conversation
It was crazy how my heart was constantly doing cartwheels
As it was bound to, the novelty of it soon wore out
We refused to talk of ourselves, we stuck to the superficial
One could only talk about their music tastes for so long
I was left with nothing to say; but I didn't want to lose this
Neither did you, 'cause this time you took the first step
It was that moment when you'd stopped being stranger to me
I don't remember why but it was our little game
We probably told each other everything, except our names
You knew about my crazy and dysfunctional family
And I knew how you were forced to grow up way too soon
But never names, for it brought hope to one's heart
Hope, that neither could afford; what if none of this were real?
A few months in, you became my everything
You probably knew things about me that I myself didn't
The world outside was beginning to fade away
And those small black letters were becoming my only anchor
Only...it wasn't strong enough to hold me up
It was an iceberg in disguise; looking for reasons to drown me
I always ask myself 'why didn't I see it coming?'
The signs were scattered all over your cryptic messages
And if it wasn't glaringly obvious enough
I knew nothing about you; everything else were lies
You never really stopped being a stranger
It was just me; me who fell for this elaborate trap
An experiment – that's all I ever was to you
You wanted to see if I would fall for those empty words
And you know what? It worked like a charm.
I stupidly believed in words shallower than a paper plate
Congratulations, you pulled the rug underneath
Leaving only a blank screen and a constantly blinking cursor
I guess this chapter comes to an end doesn't it?
It started with a blank screen and now it ends with one
There was never anything in-between
And somehow that had completely missed my eyes
I was so determined keep holding onto you
That it never once crossed my mind that I was fading
I was slowly losing myself to this endless abyss
It was a one-way street and I couldn't find the reverse
So I ended up giving too much of me
And now? There's nothing. Nothing left for myself.
Don't worry, you don't get the credit
Not this time. Because it was my stupid mistake
To whosoever it may concern (or not)
Because it really wouldn't matter. It'll be too late
By the time you finish reading this I'll be gone
Fade away to a place high above. Permanently logged out.
You may question my poor choices.
But I take full responsibility for this. So farewell.
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