𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 | 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯²

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

I walk down, deeper in, the wind moving as if I weren't there at all, as if I were a ghost and nothing more. Through the silent night comes a jangle of tunes, all of them with as much flow as ice. And all at once, the air is water and I'm drowning in this sea of indifference, desperate to swim up beyond cloudy skies to the stars above.

I keep asking myself... Do I even exist?

In that moment of loss, my world collapsed - where there was light that became shadows, the pain coming and going like waves on frigid sand. Though my mind called out for yours the connection was gone... you were gone... and finally, I knew that my time to be alone had come.

I just wish I had a time machine...

I'd turn back time. To the days when everything felt right. Was right. Went right. The days back home. Away from all this madness...

In the end, we will all get just what we deserve.

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"𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙄𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬."