Mike Wheeler irl dan repost
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โ๏น โIt couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbour? An angry boyfriend?
I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see.
I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
Just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choises.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.โ ๐
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