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soul stares at heart and mind
their faces are blurred
or is that souls vision?
either way, he cant see them
he’s not sure he wants to
he’s alone
he’s been alone for a long time
even though he tried moving on and even though all his friends are there for him
soul’s been alone.
he’d been so sure of one thing
and had that sure thing ripped out of his hands
and its all his fault, isnt it?
if he’d done things a little differently, it’d all be okay, right?
no, soul supposes he wasnt built for a love so strong
he’s being torn apart at all his weakly sewn together seams
and it takes everything he has not to finish the job himself
he’s alone.
he’d feel alone forever
he’s felt so lost, untethered, floating
he figures this is death
or hell
or something
there are cuts on his arms that werent there before and he’s worried before he remembers that there’s no one to hide them from anymore
heart and mind look so happy
and soul is dying at the thought.
he’d always wanted them to be happy
obviously he’s happy that the dissonance has disappeared
between them, at least
he’s lost in a forest with a ceiling and drowning in a pool just two inches taller than he is
soul has never felt so ugly, so useless
he’s never felt so pathetic
everything he owns is tainted with the thought of his best friends, his soulmates
no, not his soulmates
if anything could tear them apart— which it had now— they couldnt be soulmates.
he’s shriveling from the inside out and getting uglier every day with his anger and despair
he doesnt know who he is anymore. it really sucks
he sees heart and mind and despite everything he doesnt hate them
could never hate them, no
what a silly thought, to hate them
he’s drowning in his own tears
everything is killing him slowly, and he thinks he should just get it over with.
hang himself or something, he doesnt know, he’s never known anything
he feels useless. he feels dumb. he’s useless and dumb and ugly, so ugly.
he hates himself. that’s the only person he could ever hate.
and he’s been so desperate to send them any signs, he doesnt know if theyve gotten them or not
he’s in pain and he doesnt know how not to be
soul is dying.
he cant do anything about it even though he wants to.
soul is dying, so for now, he’ll sleep