I was talking about.

There was a time, when everything goes wrong. When the nights were just black voids, dreamless. When waking up in the morning was just a routine, not a blessing that needed to be thankful for.

That time, is when you've just realized that the place you hate the most was actually your safest place. And home - that you pretended to care about, was the place in the past, which will never be in your future. It's when you realize that the people you love aren't the ones you're hoping to be. And you're escaping from them, into the black. And it's when the soul whom actually could save you, is running away and is choosing another soul instead.

That is the time I was talking about.

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