

we're all dying in the end.You better remember these words, I'll only ever say them oncewe're all dying in the end.
I often wondered why the world seemed so dark even when the sun was showing itself against the bright blues of the sky. Maybe I found myself moving closer to the shadows than to the light. Maybe I just wanted to feel alone instead of alive. Maybe I just loved the dark.
You stopped playing with cookie-cutter hearts and instead made it your mission to put mine back together. Too bad my heart is like a game of Perfection. All the pieces have a specific place they have to go, and if you don't get them all in before time runs out, they fall back out again. You
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I breathe Ether. (can't choke).
And there is only vividness, omnipotence and hyperreality.
I really and truly appreciate it
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