You drove me insane. By every second, witholding, ceasing to exist as a possibility... Your kind smile so easily afflicts me by the ever tempting vision of it being an effacing memory, something doomed to be in the past....
by your very witholding, by your hasteless carelessness, callousness I mean.
That it hurts to be suspended by the splendour of hope and the apparent inconsequence of putting out into the deep.
Swiftly, call, or, no...swiftly.
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