Strive

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I never meant to tear myself up; seeking beauty in a place where I only rip up roots, striving for loveliness when I only choke the air from living things. I'm choking myself. I'm suffocating you.

And I fear that at this point, words will never suffice. It will never do to tell you how sorry I am, would it? Or to say that I would do anything to give back all of the life that I stole.

But it's gone now.

And I'm gone too.

Done