time. It’s absent in the presence of
cynical heartbreak. When confronted with
difficulties, it runs to a desert oasis.
Time abandons both players in the
game. Two losers cry over a bitter,
inadequate ending. But the game is cruel,
it doesn’t end. There’s a continuation, forcing
both players to sit in the pity of their
emotions. Eyes of cinder, smoldering with
hatred burning through the skin.
Hatred’s recipient, a soul drowning in
shame. How could you leave her in
ruin? Was she too broken to fix? Were the
circumstances she couldn’t escape from
discomforting? She struggled to stay
alive in the warzone that you put her in, she was
desperate! You were stability within the chaos,
when chaos was a consuming fire. Flames
engulfed her, and you embraced that together.
But when you didn’t know how to escape, you
left. And now you’re here, pitifully weeping on
soft leather, because there’s nothing else to do.
Keep crying, you deserve this. You’re alone.
I can’t believe you wasted her precious
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