I knew this day would come—your eye turned to someone else. I can't bear to watch, but don't dare turn away until I see my illusion of hope fully shatter and pulverize until it's nothing more than dust. Then and only then will I turn away, scooping my powdered shards of hope into my mouth, washed down with tears, letting them destroy me one last time as if they were powdered shards of glass.
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