Story of me

the one you dreamed about

the thing that kept me up for nights.

you took over me.

everytime I was with you I felt free.

I still feel free whenever you laugh.

This freedom comes with a price

This freedom makes me project my vulnerabilities onto you.

I am dying of a world where I can no longer live a fake story.

The story of me is enough.

You taught me that

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