The tones range from high to low
I'm as low as I have ever been- yet as high as you made me
High
Purely high
The weeks pass and the moments feel like days while I drift into my addiction
My sweet, serene, addictions- beautiful aren't they?
Failure to hold a heart dear, hold secrets close, and failure to act on what you said.
It's all a lie.
Stop lying.
You never really felt the way a lover should.
You never really loved, because if you did you'd never fail your princess on her dying days
Mere longevity seperates the two cold black hearts.
You never did.
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