this isn’t about me.
it never has been; life’s for the living and i am, as ever, a ghost.
i’m not real. not really.
not here. not really.
not trying. not really.
i’m not looking to leave here.
no. this isn’t about me.
this is about you. how i’m not there enough for you, not trying enough for you, not real enough for you.
how i’m just a ghost and you’re well on your way to never being like me again, if only things would let you.
life is so cruel.
i wanted you to leave me behind. to leave this behind. to never look back at all the hurt you got here.
but it went and found you. found me. found all of us.
there’s no dropping the baggage, i guess.
someone will always bring it back; somehow the past finds you, reminds you how close it is, brings the memories back and settles those nightmares like a film over our eyes.
life’s for the living, and i’m a ghost. i’ll never be anywhere outside of memory. i’ll never be real in the way other people are, the people who can actually help you.
but i want you to run so far, so fast.
i don’t ever want this to catch you again.
i can’t do much, but even if it kills me, i will never let you get here.
never again.
this isn’t about me. it’s too late for that.
i refuse to believe that it’s too late for you.
one of us will get out.
i’ll be haunted forever, but you are going to be free.
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That was absolutely beautiful
But sad too 🙁
thank you.
yeah, it’s… sad.
it’s sad.
The most beautiful thing ive read in a long while. Thank u.
i hope it helped you, if even a little.
and thank you, too.