it was everywhere.
under my skin, around me, pulling everything inward.
i could have held it back.
but it would have cost more than i could afford.
so i stopped trying.
by the time it passed,
i couldn’t tell what was mine anymore.
i think we left ourselves there.
𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 (𝘩), 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳,
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