I've added everything up and it still doesn't make sense.
The issues keep multiplying
Going into a spiral, Fibonacci would be proud
We were divided into two different souls it just wouldn't end well.
But Boi did I love those nights your back against my chest.
Me the source and you the sink, the thermodynamics of our life.
It worked until you sucked everything from me and I sat there willing.***
Goodbye to my lover.
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Life is like Pizza on the floor
Short StoryI don't know what I'm doing with life anymore.