... You have to set yourself on fire.
Says the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, Your Ex Lover is Dead.
How appropriate during these times.
No, I am not lamenting over a broken heart. I am way past that. Five months have passed and I could say that I am healed.
There's no grief. There is just...
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It's as if I've extinguished all the fire that kept me alive... that I've touched the flame that I have always tried to avoid. And now, there's nothingness.
Like I'm stuck inside a room with four solid walls, without any doors, without any windows.
Dead End.
Dear life, Help me burn again.. before I set myself on fire.
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
