He was rainbow, I was color blue.
He was euphoria, I was melancholy.
He was the light and I was darkness.
He gave me love but I gave him pain and heart breaks.
He was my laughs but I was his cries.
He found me in the midst of my suffering yet he lost himself in the process.
He was sooo radiant and I... was dull.
He was my angel but I was his devil.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me yet I was the worst that ever happened to him.
He fixed me but I broke him.
He was my everything and so was I to him.
He was my life but I was death to him.
He helped me get up but I drowned him.
He loved me but I took him for granted.
He was my medicine but I was poison to him.
He was mine...
And I was his'
But being with each other tortured us to death; we both were suffocated at the toxicity our relationship was dwelling in and we did the best thing and free each other from the monsters inside us; killing and tearing us apart, losing each other in the process of holding on not knowing it was causing us detriments.
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RandomShe was living with the evil voices in her head not until he came and suddenly everything became better for her... But what if making her better caused death to him?
