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I'm just waiting to start again.

When you are engulfed in flames

It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing when to leave. But, people always leave, and memories remain untouched. That's how it needs to be now. If we have nothing real anymore, I'd rather remember us as we were, once. We've both changed. I think you're happier, more evolved now. And I- I am engulfed in the same pain we once bonded over. Isn't that ironic? You came to me with your bad dreams and your fears, and I gladly held you and shared in your pain. But I knew how to live above it. I knew how to live without that pain, and how to put it on just to relate to you. And now, through streams of moving thought and humane conversations, it has consumed me, and determined the strange course that I am now lost and wandering through. I should've looked for the warning signs, and silent transfer of spirits. I value this pain now. I value it, and live in it. And I feel more alone than ever.