B r o k e n

January 13, 2012
I worship everything you have ever given me. So special I treasure it. The memories surround me, making my mind cloudy and gray. One day they are all going to evaporate. They’ll be unattainable. I’ll be living my worst dream. And you will not be there. Lies will come, emerge from nothing into something. Rumors. Screeching as they claw at the door, wanting in. They will kill us or even end us. Loyalty was never there and trust was never created. Everything to waste. Done.

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