I looking as your edges frayed

a/n: This is really unique in relation to my typical stuff and I'm not extremely sure about it so kindly let me know if you like it or on the other hand in the event that I ought to erase it :)

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I initially met you when they were picking at your lines , attempting to disentangle your creases . I looked as your edges frayed , scarcely fighting the temptation to connect and run my fingers along them just to demonstrate you were essentially as delicate as I suspected you were.

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At the point when we found each other you were startlingly entire , like a full moon bound to vanish. It was practically difficult to check out . I'd learnt from the beginning that entire things generally break.

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They let me know you were bound for obscurity . I snickered and swore that regardless of how frequently you wavered you'd be the one who'd never fall.

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Your hands were delicate - smooth and missing callouses , and I nearly needed to hold them . Yet, they put a sword in them all things considered and advised me to fashion you into a cutting edge like me.

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There was fire and blasts surrounding us . I was gagging on smoke and clearing blood off of my ringing ears when you showed up through the confusion and muffled, foggy world , your hand outstretched , pulling me to my feet with a strength I must be desirous of.

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Out in the open we safeguarded one another , consecutive with a savage defense. Away from public scrutiny I painstakingly took off my coat so you could pour germ-free and squeeze wraps to the heart adjusting on my sleeve.

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You showed me how to move among trash and avoid disasters as though they were just confetti.

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I was a candle; you, the match . Whenever a solid whirlwind made me quiver and gleam you recharged my fire.

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I saw your injuries that cut further than skin - wounds indented inside , miseries carved endlessly . Those were the sorts of injuries they pushed down on.

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They took a blade to every one of my shortcomings and drew your blood like it was paint . I would have squashed the world for you in the event that you hadn't covered your expressions of warmth for me.

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I revile the distance among us and support the recollections of your closeness , missing you like a held onto boat misses the ocean.

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They let me know I'm bound for dimness . I giggle hollowly, figuring they may be correct , wanting to be here to tell me in any case. However, you are in pieces like each entire thing winds up , and I'm being pulled somewhere around assistance and held under by empty promises.

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When I look at my feelings of dread without flinching and return to your side it is past the point of no return and I don't understand that until it is past the point of no return.

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In secret you used to save me . Presently there are no ways to take cover behind , simply the smell of looming calamity and the flavor of an unavoidable, certain destiny.

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I'm universes away once more , tasting the blood you're gulping , feeling your wrecked ribs cut my lungs , watching your reality go to the damnation they guaranteed me you'd bring. Also, as I'm hacking up your blood on the floor , I shout out, 'He was the person who might never fall'.

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There is no ground underneath my feet , nothing for my consuming hands to get a handle on . The world is ablaze and I don't mind to the point of petitioning God for downpour.

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My weapon tumbles from my fingertips , reverberating against the ground like a bomb tumbling from the sky. They said you were ill-fated for debasement however I know now, they pushed you towards the bluff , murmuring stories of falling , letting you know your wings were chains , honing your fingers into claws.

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You were the candle - quiet and consistent and tranquil . I was the rapidly spreading fire, seething until everything was burned and colorless and the world was shadowy and black.

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Our gathering is a conflict of white light and a red shine . The lightning is feeling the loss of its thunder , the breeze without its thunder , and you - missing your sympathy.

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You look so entire and complete that interestingly, I begin to contemplate whether destiny is an escapable thing all things considered . However, it's past the point of no return for me . It's forever been past the point of no return for me.

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I need to press my hands to your chest yet I'm anxious about what I will track down underneath your covering . I'm panicked I will find there isn't anything thumping where you heart used to pound.

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I long to pull you close yet my hands are stained red and on the off chance that I contact you I'd corrupt you.

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You helped me to avoid disasters yet it's so unique when they're discharged from your weapon . You told me the best way to hook my direction to my feet however it's such a great deal harder when it's your hands holding me down.

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I can hear the words from my past self , the quiet mindful voice of the individual I killed answering when you talk , holding struggled allegations rather than honed weapons.

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The air around us smells like smoke , like the conflicts we used to battle together and I understand I can leave you (once more) however I can't save you (not this time). So I don't do all things considered.

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You generally had such delicate hands . Presently they are shrouded in callouses however void of weapons and I keep thinking about whether I'll have the option to hold them in another life (since I never got to in this one).

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You generally had areas of strength for such - the sort that helped me more to remember padded wings. I trust you'll come to the sky in the following life (since you simply figured out how to fall in this one).