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I chose to die
because I couldn’t kill you
(your heart is still beating)
I massacred all the children
just to bury you
(you’re still breathing)
I struck my eyes blind
just to stop seeing you
(you’re still looking for me)
I pierced my ears deaf
just to stop hearing you
(you’re still echoing
somewhere inside of me)
I burned all my words
just to stop reading you
(you’re still talking)

Because once upon a lie
you were everything
and the price
of escaping that
is to be nothing
(but there’s no such thing)

“As The Sun Sets” by photographer Kyle Ota