

You don't get to decide when you become unwanted by someone... That's not a choice you get to make. You're just left there alone outside a door swiftly slammed shut... That you'd once been able to take.
You gave me back the stars that were doomed in my memory. The constellations that had left an acrid taste in mouth now taste sweet. The bitterness of their sacred names swiftly dissipating from my tongue. My jaw, once clenched tight with anger, finally relaxed into a smile of serenity. Allowing me to bask in awe under the stars once again.
My anxiety is a snake slowly constricting the conflicted parts of my brain, increasing the tension on my subconscious worries and pains. It invites in my insecurities to intrusively choke me with doubts, but instead of expelling air it's belligerencies escaping from my mouth.
My agony feels like a red-hot and ragged blade stabbing into my sternum. It twists and digs its' way deeper into the pit of my stomach as my breaths become sharp and uneven. My lungs struggle, burning with each ragged gasp. Making me fight for the air I don't even want to breathe...
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