Number Five.

February 8, 2012
Once upon a time,
This world was perfect. But, now I'm watching it burn. The ashes are floating away with the wind. Smoke is filling my lungs; I see you watching me. I thought you were here to save me; I thought you were on my side.
Everyone makes mistakes, and yet.. Mine still linger in the air like it happened just yesterday. Your secrets were always safe with me, but mine weren't safe anywhere apparently.
Tears don't exist in my world; because the world doesn't exist anymore.

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