Fond memories roar through my mind on the days I sit inside.
Eventually, I’d have deleted your contact information. The whole lot.
Sometimes I tell myself you never existed.
Like the Chewbacca or Nessie.
I bite into my heartbeat and eat out the trauma you left behind.
I think it’s been 12 months or more since I last felt your heart beating.
Keep on walking, don’t stop.
Inside the walls of my palace, the strongest step up and are vocal. I completely accept all responsibility for being too amazing for your vibe to hold onto our connection.
Unlike you, I don’t need a soul to step on.
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