I wish I was like Medusa.
Turning everything to stone.
That way I can freeze a moment and put it in my room.
Freeze him when he held me.
Freeze her when she said goodbye for the last time.
They would make beautiful statues.
But the best part would be shattering them.
Yelling in the mix of my tears.
The feelings of pride and guilt hitting both at once.
Then realize that they fucked up.
Messing with me.
Now they stay shattered on my bedroom floor.
I have to clean up this mess.
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