—and oh, I don't care if their tongue drips sweet, honeyed poison, I don't care if their beautiful rose-dusted smiles hide razor blades aimed at my back, I don't care if their promises are nothing but empty shells full of smokes and mirrors, because as long as I can lose myself in a labyrinth of deceit and lies and avoidance and bliss, strung along willingly by illusions shielding me from the truth—
I will love them with all of my broken, shattered heart.
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Short Storybasically short stories ranging from 1 sentence to like 500 words, feel free to read if you're bored and looking for something to distract yourself :DD i can't find the artist credits for the cover anywhere, so if you know who made this incredible p...
