All these voices in my head, please stop them with your you. Tell them to cease existing one by one and convince them they aren't real. You are the only one who can save me; you put me into this cage with all my demons. You left me unintentionally, but with your own determination to be clean good and golden. The golden girl with the golden hair, skin so fair, make up a story about how you're there but really you're an apparition just like I am. A fake figment of whatever imagination conjured you and I up, and we imagined that we'd be fine. But clearly I'm falling apart with all the purpose of a thousand pages of Okonkwo, don't get me wrong. I love you just like you say you love me but it hurts when the darkness closes in and the short fuse on candle-boom-stick doesn't keep it away for all that long. What use is a light if it only lasts as long as the attention span of a gold fish, golden hair, goldilocks, she locks away her heart and hides it from me with hugs and kisses and misses and emptiness that fills emptiness. Forgive me for trying not to cry at this sad scene, that the reflection of my existence as told by gingerly stepping around the looking glass through which I saw what I wanted to see. And again, I'm sorry. But I have to do me.
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