F**k This ~{part 2}~

A poem of love and confusing misery.

This hunk of electrical impulses and confusing memories we call the brain hummed and glitched as it tried to make sense of my physical enigma. My cheek turned, and my eyes followed. The optical lock we obtained had broke, the solar system we captivated in our eyes was lost.




End of part 2~

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