your existence is inequitable.
it is pathetic.
it is tormenting.
it is gut-wrenching.
and your soul is impure.
it is decayed.
it is withered.
my soul was pure.
it was delicate.
it was sweet.
hence why;
our souls never should have bound.
ascribed to,
my soul is polluted.
it is infected.
it is obliterated.
you liquidated me, sæpi.
you damaged me.
you defaced me.
you lacerated me.
and you wallowed in these moments,
mainly the laceration.
you luxuriated in the life draining from my body.
forthwith,
the beauteous reminiscences of us are blemished with falsities and gore.
it is inequitable.
why must you remain content while i struggle?
but,
we are soul bound, no?
if i cease, you must cease.
and i will luxuriate in doing as such.
i don't love you anymore.
i loathe you, sæpi.
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