Drafts Three

It's a break down of the kind I've known, I've felt before, The ache inside your chest grows and augments till it reaches the limit of explosion and asks for freedom;but there is no freedom. There is doom, eternal damnation. I know the beat it follows, very incoherent. Breaking and then shattered.

In everyway you could've been mine, you're just not. Space that doesn't exist literally, but by souls we're as distant as two stars in the sky. Nothing and no one can bridge the gap. Because you are you and I am, me.

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