it's weird to think that someone is floating to heaven or burning in deep hell, reaching for stars they aren't, alone in their own mind.
right in this moment, a forlorn heart is breaking again. a reluctant parting is whispered, lingering in the cold, cold air, the pieces of promises never kept.
a poison runs through a shadow, a person drunk on hopes and fairytales of eternal happiness as if shards of glass could be put back together.
someone is reflecting on goodbyes, typing their ignored obituary, writing their last note. walking the thin, thin line between life and death.
that was me a week ago. no longer will i sigh; instead, i will rise.
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