he told me the last thing he wanted to was make me sad. melancholy, and only faintly bitter, i lied.
"i don't think you could."
a phrase, smally suspended, overworn and exhausted from the gift of disillusionment life had granted me in thick and cruel layers.
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesiestatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
