My mind is blank, just like the wall I'm staring at. It's not empty, it's filled with memories of us. Memories of every kiss we shared, of every tear we shed, memories of sunlight and utter darkness. It's all within me, a darkness black enough to engulf the Earth and me with it.
My dreams are yours, my nightmares all the same. I'm left to always and forever wonder, what could have been? What should have been? What if we didn't let go? All questions with no answers, knives stabbing me over and over, wounds never to be scars.
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Alex