watching her drowning in her own paranoia, and screaming out to save her, but no one hearing you. tears streaming. then cut to hospital room. she's bound down, arms scarred, eyes open; dull and lifeless. how could this happen, you wonder, to the girl with the golden soul. leaning down, head in hands. then listening to steady breathing, hiccups of tears. the way she hums to herself as she drifts off. braiding her hair for her when her hands are held down. thinking of the past, denying ignoring the future. this isn't happening. this isn't happening. suddenly you can't breathe. except for raspy gasps, as you stand and run out, eyes blurred. burning pain. a passion so strong it hurts. pushing past people, throwing yourself just out of reach. ignoring everything. you'll wait right here for her, on the brink of insanity. and when she comes back to me, you'll venture in with her. to reality.
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