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Destructive, that is what I was. He taught me how to be like that. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the time when he was still my friend. Destruction was my friend, he was truly beautiful.

I used to sit at the edge of my bed and he would sit beside me vocalizing beautiful melodies in my ear. We would stay up all night and talk about the world and the stunning tranquility that it embraces. I wondered if he truly cared.

Everyone tore me away from him; he never bothered to come back and look for me. I was in endless denial with myself after he was gone. He taught me how to feel beautiful in my most difficult times. If this is what it's like to love someone; I never want to love again.

I don’t want to fear everything, but I am scared now and I feel the need to find him again. Whenever I venture into my mind to see if he’s still around I get lost. I find myself in a place without no sun, moon, or stars, and nothing to strive for. My own modified hell.

I look for him because I want to feel beautiful again, I have forgotten how and he is the only one who knows the way back.

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