You know how it works. This is the way it goes, you and me and the rest of the world. Can you hear it underneath the silence? There, the beating of my heart between measured breaths, can you feel it pounding against my chest as it tried to break free? Do you know that sound? That sound in my soul, my heart strings plucked, crying out like a violin, delicate in the darkness.
There is nothing left of me you do not have. There is nothing left of me you do not know. We are in harmony, in dischord, in resolution.
[Written randomly a few days ago and forgotten. Found in a notepad file named "resolution" saved on my desktop.]
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