It was more than strands of blurriness – it felt like a better death. I had to swim under my own struggle – the story of the dissipation from my own self when I left you stranded, even if it was never my intention to do so. I had lived by single – a destruction of my culture sent flames into my heart.
The pain grew tall and wide inside me until it choked me to death. As I fell down the grass – with darkness gradually luring me in its world – beneath the kiss of rain and evening, my last thought was you.
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