killing the moment we thought was so special

sometimes I sit by myself, and look at people imagining their lives and who they are and it makes me sad that I will never know these people or it not really about that, I feel sad because I so desparately want them to be the way I've imagined them to be.
sometimes I want to be one of those faces I make up, so I could just for one moment see myself in a different light

I've always been fighting. fighting battles with myself and now you've stolen all my energy and replaced the energy with pictures of yourself. and now I'm fighting against this, and I think I've lost this battle, but I can still win the war, you know.

writing about you is a way for me to be close to you.

15.november
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