… where skies are shaded with gray, where thousands of fireflies are nowhere to be found, and you were there torn between the cloud castle and impositions.
You were there drowning in your own tears and eaten by your own thoughts and suddenly, a light gleamed that sealed your naked and swollen eyes—it was me, your old self, the old chuffed, uncluttered, and innocent you. It was me who found you, who found myself in this moment where I was lost again and it was me , who will always find and save me because no one will except my own soul.
– kath
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