So another passing day for the heart of the broken as it beats the life out from him. Free falling and hitting the ground was never his plan. So was the awkward intentions that came after. It caught him by surprise.The pulse in his wrist was a mere distraction, contrary to the eyes peering in, for a hint of a fault, a chance to call shotgun on his bipolar gravity. Laid out and limbs to be stretched, ready for whatever.. for "forever".
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