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We found each other like hope on the coldest, darkest day of January. You took my hands, eyes soft like the clouds before rain and promised me a whole life that was not yours to give. No one had taught you about borrowed forevers. No one had taught me about people like you who looked like homes burlt were quicksand instead.
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This is how we ended: I stopped talking but you didn't notice because you had long ago stopped listening.
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People fall in such deep, dark love with each other tah they forget that love is a perishable thing. They hold on long past the love growing bad until one of them finnaly catches scent of the rot.
- Nikita Gill, This Rotting Fruit
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