I’ve never felt this lonely.But then I’ve never witnessed someone falling apart. Even his blank stare, as he watches his world crumble around himself, is beautiful. And I’ve never seen someone break so perfectly. And all I can do is watch because he won’t let me in.Because just like his darkness, his misery is his own.But what does that make me?A passerby?No.I can’t just stand by.Why doesn’t he understand that I can’t watch him fall apart? That the sharp ends of the broken glass that is his heart, cut me too.

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