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Him.

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He was a man, destined to be something great by the worlds that collided to make, supernova's.

He was, something, that I just couldn't, take, a-hold of. And in a place where standing still meant that you had music to face, I just couldn't quite find the man who had a certain place, already built for me inside his heart without him even realizing it.

Bit by bit, had the rose petals fallen onto a floor made of glass. It was like staring up at the sky and wondering why, you felt like something was missing.

He is a man, of great wonder in a world so typical. Filled to the brim of nothing but hypocritical, wanna be smooth talkers and skilled stalkers with a knife in hand, ready to bring apart the seams that hold us all together.

He'll never see what I see in his silhouette, how the sunrise has a perfect set, in his eyes and I can count the stars dancing around his pupils because there's a world that's far too beautiful, to be seen by the naked eye.

Perhaps the world is set up where our other halves are set up on winding roads, crossing the paths that are meant to break us to only in the end bring us together in a new form, a new idea that was re-born when we were nothing but ash.

I was nothing but a body filled with past mistakes and failed re-takes, and when the world had given me nothing but ashes I had no idea that in the end it would create the definition of what it meant to have recognition, of the other side of a lover.

I had no idea that the man who held the world in his hands would someday be the same man who I would want to be everything with. Where each conversation was like a dose of, Lithium, and nothing else was unstoppable.

In a world that held such euphoria at a low probability, I had found a man's demons to be the perfect form of rehability. In a world where ashes were seen as the result of death and destruction,

He and I together are the perfect example of whether or not Fate's hands would bring beauty in the broken. Like a token of a reward, I could hold the hand of the man who had changed the meaning of Life, changed the meaning of a lover, and most of all,

change the meaning of what it felt like to free-fall.
For you.
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He is a man, of great wonder in a world so typical. Filled to the brim of nothing but hypocritical, wanna be smooth talkers and skilled stalkers with a knife in hand, ready to bring apart the seams that hold us all together.
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