Thief

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Unraveling, slowly at first, then spinning out of control. A star collapsing on itself; the ravenous black hole of me.

The words leaping from every page, back into my mind - so fast, my nose gushes red.

Each bestselling letter so caustic they burn. I deserve this.

Plagiarism is respecting someone enough to steal their work, right?

Lying here; filled with regrets. I deprived you, your moment to shine; I breathed your very breath.

That’s ok. Have it all back.

Ruined. My machine of opportunity burning.

Mortally unwritten. Past. Future.

The hazards of having all the time to write.