It's like the world is out to get me.
To get you. To get us.
It's like our mind hosts a war that can never be stopped.
Not By you. By me. By us.
Why don't you try and tell me what's wrong?
With you. With me. With us.
Why don't you confide in me when you hurt inside?
Tell yourself. Tell me. Tell us.
The pain inside is like a fire's blaze.
It's like you don't know what's right.
Like a craze.
Without the light?
Like the pain is my personal cry.
Escapes from you, a deathly wail.
No one to help.
Making you pale.
I want someone to-
Love?
Right.
I want someone to-
Hold?
Yeah..
It's like the world around us has stopped.
The pain has eased inside our souls.
Our hearts connecting as one.
The joy just can't be undone.
*Alternating colors mean different people. Purple is both.
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Life is troublesome, but I still chose it over death.
