I jumped. I jumped from your arms. I jumped from this place. I jumped out of time and into infinity. Your kisses were toxic, and your touch was acid on my skin. Your smell still lingers on the tips of my hair. Your laugh still rings in the echoes of my mind. But I jumped. I had to. I had to choose myself over you. I deserve love, if nothing else. And you couldn’t even give me that. So what does that say about me? What does that say about you? The matter is, that although you are my everything, you will soon be my nothing. And for that, I am glad.
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