"He came to me in the night out of nowhere and stated everything wrong with me. I thought that I could use these insults as something positive but I don't think I ever made a decision that would hurt me quite so much. He told me all the things I didn't want to face and I tried to help him through his problems which were only mine in another version. I thought I was helping but in the end it turns out I was destroying him with all the things I thought I knew. I killed him. That. That was all on me, and it doesn't matter who tells me it wasn't my fault I'll always know it was on me. I killed the one person who could relate to me with everything. I feel selfish but killing him made me realize that everything he said was the real version of me. So I push him way until I create a whole new world in which he never existed in. You know the last thing he told me? He told me his name. He said everyone calls him reality."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
