"Do you miss the past, when everything was less... corroded and toxicated?" The pair of trembling pale pink lips inquired.
"No," she let escape her throat in a harsh whisper.
"I shall never miss happier times, for how could I miss something that has never existed"
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
