Thinking about you is like being on top of the highest building in the world.
My breath catches, my palms are sweating, the tears in my eyes are forming, and I don't know my way out safely.
The memories of everything flood in and I am stuck between wanting to run away and hide or punching you in the face for the crimes you committed against me,
but I just walked right by you like everything never existed.
The chapter you entered is the same one you exited.
Now, I pick up the broken pieces you left behind and hope to put myself back together.
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Angel Adagio
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