It all started a decade ago.
The deconstructing/destabilising effect remains. Trying to get around it, but the heart doesn't comply. The fleeting glances, the longings and feeling of having lost it in the process, defeats you, but only for a little while.
So I come to you, because you make me feel like your god. But I swear that's not the real me.
But to the other, who has been damaged from years of torment. Will you ever wake up from your slumber? I can't be one to you as well.
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