what else is there to talk about?
i already tasted the world without us. looking up, i saw the sweetness is gone and is replaced with the image of me suckling in death, shouting curses and poetry like a drunk man on a friday evening.
nobody decided to change our chat nicknames as if we can pretend that nothing happened, but the moment you said “i’ll just hangout with you and your friends sometimes”, i tried to wash away the hope of you and me, together in one novel.
so i left the pen uncapped and i promised myself i won’t write about you anymore.
— eragabrinez
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