She

"She was poetry. Dark and mysterious. A star. A rampaging star. Flawed to perfection. And he collided with her chaos. "This is what I need," he said. "To be lost in a beautiful madness that becomes my reason to breathe." She became the whisper of life. Her black sun shining bright in his tormented consciousness. And he needed that to survive. In her madness he could thrive. Without it, he was a falling star. Only embers of an existence remaining on earth. "

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