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For better or for worse

I remember the laughter,
the melody that once graced me like warm sunlight.
The way your fingertips traced across my skin
as though they were trying to memorize something eternal.

I never imagined
you could become the shadow that follows me now.

a whisper in every silent room,
a presence woven into the cold, decaying breath of night.

-Longing-

What is life.
What is death.
What is the desire
to let go.
What does it mean—
how close we are
to something we almost understand.
Yet Lost.
So lost.
To what calms the storm
when we cannot.

Severed.

Claws in the back of your mind

Answer her call.

We used to be so beautiful: Always forgiving now forgotten.

"Illusion of choice"

We The People.