It felt perfect, almost surreal. I forgot myself, I forgot them, I forgot the struggle and I forgot the pain.
On a day as beautiful as this, it was tainted. With reality. With tears. With hurt and anger.
So let the self destruction begin, the self hate. Let me analyse and critique. The only consolation is you're not here to witness it.
For a few hours, let me sink into that despair. Into the familiar comfort of darkness. In the end, that's a constant I can rely on.
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