Oct 15, 2026
she was once my other half,
a kindred soul,
a friendship written in the sky.
when her heart was burning,
mine was too.
as time passed by, the sky grew darker
and so, i no longer needed glasses.
not being blinded by the powerful light,
i began to see what the light had kept hidden.
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manipulation, lies, disrespect.
she was my other half
and i, for her, just another hand
twisting and bending after her will.
until, eventually, my hand grew stiffer
and my soul became its own other half.
therefore, i was accused.
i was not there, not enough.
i do not love her.
why am i shining without her light?
