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was it you?

I hold my grief too close to the chest for fear it collides with your heart, turning it black with disappointment.

I still feel its venom coursing through me, I still feel its tendrils grabbing on to the vestiges of my heart, dragging each piece away to dark fates

It was always you. Was it always you? The question rattles in my brain, intangible but never lost

I wish your heart knew better than mine what dreams were worth realizing

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