I feel so different like I’m misunderstood but way worse even with friends
Sometimes i miss U and it makes me mad
— Passage from The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake
Though I know this path only leads to our mutual destruction,
I always find myself returning to your embrace
Well, this ain’t good.
I will never get used to How gently you treat me. As if I were fragile as glass, My existence lacking solidity.