Ice shard. Black and airless. Alone. Ancient.
Light flashes, warmly inviting, only to disappear just as quickly. Leaving behind nothing but a cold, white, longing memory.
Scared. Sad. Lonely.
Impenetrable darkness in the noon sky. Friendly smile in front of a sundered heart.
The grueling gut twist of the ever-breaking, never broken, always working, truth-forsaking.
Dead dreams never answer, the young smile fades and turns away, silent.
I am alone.
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