Love, unconditonal.
Except when we're apart.
Such times are so unbearable that I busy myself with 'tasks' made of nothingness.
The air is flavourless no matter how sharply I intake it.
I adopt the demeanour of a ruthless, cold-hearted vixen who cares not
When we part, you cruelly tear your aura away from the connective seam woven into my inner pocket.
Like a cracked locket.
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