Slowly my trust was shattered to pieces by my imagination, the free mind that I have no control or whatsoever over with...
I picture he would be slowly, bit by bit erasing my trace of existence as if I have never been there.
He was technically right. I have never even slightly barely touched his life, my influence is a ripple that wouldnt have reached him even after a million light years, when we all will be long dead by then, and he woudlnt know a thing. My existence are footprints on sand easily washed away by gentle waves.
I picked up pieces of my life which I had amputated since I met him but could never string them back together again I suppose, and fishing for memories that I drowned to the bottom of my consciousness now almost out of my reach.
My heart tugged, my tears fell.
「...想依賴而你卻都不在
應該開心的地帶 你給的全是空白
一個人假日發呆 找不到人陪我看海
我在幸福的門外 卻一直都進不來
你累積給的傷害 我是真的很難釋懷」
有時候，只是想有個人陪我說說話坐到天亮就好。
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