dear you,
Atychiphobia: fear of failure; fear of not being good enough.
Have you ever felt alone in this world? Like no one is there, no one is going to help you, no one is listening. That's how I feel. My head is filled with ruins of me and you. You make... made me feel idiosyncratic, other times useless... There was a time I felt like we were inseparable. A time when you made me like I was the only girl in the world. "When people take a glance at us it may not look like we go together, but at the end of the day everyone knows that we belong... together." you would always tell me. Things aren't the same without you. I need you here... with me. We inhale the very thing that kills us, just so we can feel more alive. We were built on false hope, false dreams, a false love... intoxicated with madness. My soul absorbed you, my mind inhaled your essence. You were the smoke I inhaled, the drug I injected into my bloodstream and it's too late to get rid of you.
About the Creator
A. Y.
As She Pleases...
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