A Piece Of My Heart

Prologue

I find dark things beautiful . I exist in thousands of agonies. If chaos was a work of art , then my heart would be a masterpiece. And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

Énouement: The bitter sweetness of having arrived in the future , seeing how things turn out , but not being able to tell your past self .
Exulansis : The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it .
Onism : The frustration of being struck in one body , that inhabits only one place at a time.

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