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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Look towards the stars, the asterism in all of them.

The pattern of an angel, guiding you forward, to unshackle yourself from this toxicity that chokes you with metal chains.

Look towards the stars.

The pattern of fear, trying to push you backwards. Accept the comfort of the situation.

You'd do it if you loved me. She says. Not here, not now. But earlier, that sweetness trying to disarm you. Make you stay.

Look towards the stars.

The pattern of a fish, multiple fish. A school.

Together and never alone.

Keep walking.

Your head is clear, you know what you must do.

I'd rather die than lose you.

It won't work this time.

Not. Again.

You are at her door again, look towards the sky.

They are all merged into one, this is your job. You must be brave, unable to rely on anything else to grant you hope. It's you.

It's always been you.

To see in the stars is to see in yourself.

Never forget that.

"It's over." You say before she has a chance to worm herself back in, the parasite of her love will not stay in your heart.

It's over.

She says words, you don't hear them. They mean nothing, it's the same regurgitated threats and promises of devotion you've heard before.

Look towards the stars.

The pattern of you, staring right back. Granting you solace.

Look towards the stars.

You are free, free from everything.

It's time to go home.

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Time passes, you are still free.

Even if you aren’t here anymore.