Athenisms

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How easy it was, to have all the walls that I slowly built just crumble and fade into dust as if they were nothing. I've been trying to feel alive since God knows when, you know? And when I finally managed to spark a tiny fire for a morsel of life in me, someone comes and then takes it away.

Just like that.

Now, I'm the one left wandering mindlessly and you're the one writing all those beautiful poetry.