To whom it may concern,
Rip it out, band-aid style. Rip it all out at once.
The memories, the chords, the ever-lasting details, the words, the madness. Erase those 6 degrees that trace everything I touch to you. Tear out every hour, every minute, every second. Take yourself out of the mix.
Do so not with care, but quickly. Waking up to an open world again is as good a dream as one could ever be.
Unblock me, set me free.
“Incinerate what’s left of this, and torch the part of me that’s you”