aftermath my veins are starting to turn to ice skin pale, breathing deep. am i dead? no. close enough, though. another year is nothing to cheer about no progress has been made you were my everything, you made me - me. without you there by my side one can only wonder how much longer i can take this if only you could see how we were meant to be maybe it would be different you fucked me over again and again pretending to love me didnt help just made me feel less you are my paradise lost. my aftermath. my loss.