paroxysm

the anguish of memories rushes back. stabbing the very heart with the blade of the past.

how words could be so excruciating, how such simple sentence could become an intense ramification of pain.

such agony.

wailing inside as my inability to break silence turns acute.

for every dance. for every smile. for everything that already been forgotten. incompletely.

as for myself.

simply a vestige of your mind.

‘in my mind, blood drips from your eyes. a beautiful last goodbye’

in my mind.

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