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If i ever do lose you

I’ll bite my tongue before I say it to anyone else. Our three favorite words that would slip from my lips. If it happens, I’ll try to move on But wont ever regret. Bearing the quiet weight of what we used to have. Because I have never felt a connection this deep. If you leave, you’ll still be creeping through my mind, Hiding behind corners, or standing in plain sight. I'll stay bound by chains. to your soul, With my promise as lock. I’ll still be caught in that exact same trance, Wondering how the feeling cis even real. And I wonder if, by then, the colors will have faded. If the world will lose that brighter filter. my sight got, Ever since the day I first knew you.

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I chase the echo of that first, blinding peak, where colors burned brighter, my skin felt young, and for one merciless moment I felt truly alive.

Nothing touches it now. Not laughter, not the warmth of a touch, not the pull of any dream. If I can’t soar that high again, what’s the point of this gray, unloving existence?

So I hunt it in bottles, in pills, in the sharp inhale of smoke, every forbidden door that promises light.

Just a little more. Just to feel whole. Just to compete with that highest high.

An unnatural spark of fulfillment, a temporary crown of greatness this is all I search for now. I used to want so much more. I can’t even remember what anymore.

Maybe I’ve been seeking this feeling my whole life. Now that I’ve tasted it, the greed only grows more extreme, more vicious, more endless. This greed will follow me until my death.

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I want the reality of you, not the concept. Concepts don't have fierce care, or heavy thoughts, or tempers that prove they are alive. Your soul is still pure, deep, and beautiful, even with your anger. Give me the parts of you that you think are too loud. If you could see yourself through my eyes you would see that the cracks are exactly where the light gets in.

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I wish to be pure again untouched, unscarred, the small girl who still believed the world was gentle. Now only disappointment remains, a cracked mirror I keep turning away from. I am becoming the man I despised, slowly learning to understand the actions that once made me sob into my pillow at night. Maybe I am just like him. Or maybe the blood was never the blame only an easy excuse for mistakes I called inheritance.