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dear god,
let the angels bear witness to how many times I have birthed tragedies right in the cocoon of what could have been a well-sung fairytale.
I have been the villain in my own stories for you fed me your heart and I starved onto it. fed me your heart so I could mourn our death for I have none since the last heartbreak.
you make me want to write good things about love. please don't let me stain you because people like me will always be hungry. please don't let me vomit my blood on your floral shirt.
I've been holding your heart far too long. I can't do this, my pinky hurts. thelast time I made a promise, I was called Lilith.
