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Perhaps it was easy to fall back into what it was, what we were... An almost-friendship acquaintance, rather than what we could be- like an almost-lover friendship... no, that'll be a harder fall. Because we never really had any memories to forget, never had, never will. I am seeing 'this' for what it really is, A fragile bubble too easy to pop with single pin ***** and the larger it gets, the thinner it becomes- as it goes untouched, it will just vanish into nothingness without any trace of its prior existence. And that's what it is, was... a something sort of nothing.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Something Sort of Nothing
Perhaps it was easy to fall back into what it was, what we were... An almost-friendship acquaintance, rather than what we could be- like an almost-lover friendship... no, that'll be a harder fall. Because we never really had any memories to forget, never had, never will. I am seeing 'this' for what it really is, A fragile bubble too easy to pop with single pin ***** and the larger it gets, the thinner it becomes- as it goes untouched, it will just vanish into nothingness without any trace of its prior existence. And that's what it is, was... a something sort of nothing.
It was one sided all along, and I had to break my own reverie to wake up from a beautiful nightmare. Because you can't, you won't.
#nothing#bubbles#onesided#goodby
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
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