it was perfect...
everything, everything was perfect.
but we were both balancing on a rope;
this -- this intricacy we so precariously lived on,
we knew that the rope would snap one day,
or one of us would fall off. it was whether we'd survive the
breaking of the rope, or whether we would pull the other person down.

i don't know... perhaps there never was any rope,
perhaps the rope we treaded on was the faint love we both
had for each other. we were always free falling but we never cared.
but now... now the balance is upset and we've already crashed.

we were never perfect.

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wow, it's been forever since i've posted in this dusty little space.