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And the distances slowly wear us down, chipping away all the warm layers of forced happiness and smiles until what we are lies bare.

We were never beautiful.

I see you seeing me see you silently, gazing into the distance, staring at the walls, clutching at conversational straws and fucking up anyway.

It was never meant to be like this.

But what was? We were never meant to be, two lost, lost souls colliding like blind moths in the stifling ether of the universe. We bartered words for love, secrets for trust, staying up and staring at screens, inducing perversity and openness with oh so much to drink and no sleep at all.

It was never meant to happen, that little click in the universe, that little shift of reality that were explosions in our heads, that brought me east to you, where you came to me with glassy eyes and no defenses at all.

And now we are lost, in our own grimy lives, having nothing but bitterness to give. Lost and angry and more than a little scared, waiting for the first shoe to fall, resigned for the second.

Lost, lost souls, drifting again, but connected by a little glowing thread, tenuous and undying, braver than the both of us.

And that,
that makes all the difference.