cinematic goodbye
(6/2/25)
there’s a deluded part of me that wishes to be the hero, the saviour rush to your side and hold you gently bathe in the gentle glow of the sunset at the end of our grueling endeavour but i am not built to be that character something genetically denies that glory and all that is left is for me to isolate burn bridges until their strings snap violent and desperate singed salt away to live like a myth
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