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You were the colors to my monochrome life. My morning light and my midnight dream. Flawed, yet whole. You used to think that you weren__ enough _ but you were enough for me. You were my first everything. My fire. My tornado. You were the eye of my storm. The moment I saw you, I knew you were going to destroy my life. But I let it happen. There was just something magical and outlandish about playing with fire that I couldn__ resist. I wanted to be as close as I could to the idea of destroying myself. It didn__ happen out of the blue. Day by day _ moment by moment, I started to lose myself. With every kiss, you took away a part of me. Until one day, I woke up and I wasn__ myself anymore. I never thought that a disaster could be so damn beautiful. I don__ regret it. But I regret waking up next to an empty bed and how unceremoniously you left when the damage was done. I saw your picture today, holding someone else__ hand. And it made me realize that some disasters don__ make a sound. Not every destruction stands still. Some of them might walk right past you.