and that moment has been carved on to the back of my eyelids by the demons of the darkest places of my mind and no matter how long i force my eyes to stay open, i have to blink sometime. and when i do, i see it. i see it and it reminds me of the nightmares i've suffered, the endless nights spent crying instead of sleeping, and the realization that it isn't just figment of my twisted imagination.
and that moment was you.
YOU ARE READING
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Véletlen[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
