oh boy. what am i doing?

[incorrectlymade]

this boy i know, he has a heart of glass
it is gold inside but it has crystallized
it is beautiful but in it's tragedy
it is hard to hold without shattering
he calls himself at night, in soft overchords

keeps coming back to it his voice in echo chords
till the sound's so thick it turns the sky to smoke
and the grayest days the predictions told
but this boy

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[birdcaged]

Did you decide on how you felt about Wyl?

[incorrectlymade]

well, i'm getting over it. i mean. i will get over it eventually. and whether or not i am has no influence on my life anymore. i'm learning just to accept that i love him and i always will. but that won't stop me from loving anyone else anymore.