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the promise is crueler than the silence was. thirsting for the big fuck off and die , our final bitter connection before i burn every beautiful thing you gave to me. the waiting comes in waves , sends that delicate ache rippling shocks through each fiber of muscle , each fluttering eyelash that wished to escape. 11:11 , my lids slammed shut on the fingers of my iris and i begged for immunity. to unweave the memory and swallow the threads. i can forget everything that hurts - but not this. but not this , and why? you won't let me. you just won't extend that me that starblessed goodbye...