I felt you were kinda messed up in a nonsensical way. You felt cold to the touch and warm in your gaze like some microscopic part of you existed as the opposite of the whole of you. From within who are we? Who am I to say? This is merely how you felt to me. Like you had the whole world inside of you, opportunities, hurt, destruction, utter beauty, that you were the whole world. If only somehow you would of understood.
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