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I believe you’re still out there, somewhere.
I long to see you again.
I feel horrible to let you slip away.
I knew it was happening but I pretended it wasn’t.
I let every little thing get to me when I said I wouldn’t.
I got caught up in people who didn’t care.
I forgot a lot of my reasons.
Sentimentality made me feel bitter, so I spat it out in a whim.
I can’t explain myself because my thoughts run out before my words do.
I keep tripping over every sentence, trying to keep up with the next.

Once upon a time, I had passion,
but it left me ..
or it just burned down to a tiny flame,
and with it, everything else collapsed in
and then darkness swallowed me alive.

Good night.