Who are we to not believe?

[amhrockyourmom]

Bleed crimson from the wound left behind, figments of your imagination, misplaced in your own reality, lost in the darkness of resentment and revulsion, antipathy towards the reflection of a stranger. Bleed infinite times the tears that steam down your face and find their way to your gently formed lips. Eyes focused on that one smudge on the mirror

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[____heartbeats]

lyan..i love you
i just wanted you to know that.
:)