Sometimes you hold on tightly and with both hands because you know that
Everything wilts in time and sometimes it isn't much time at all
Just enough so that it hurts in a way that cements your insides and
You become a zombie just like all the others
Just a shell of what you were before that one soul set itself apart
From every other shitty human
And came only to complete you
Profoundly
Perfectly
In waves of happiness, and then only leave broken shells
As we weave through existence
Never whole again, but knowing exactly how it felt...
Everything erupted
And then the void
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