Thirteen
Sometimes I wonder if your glasses refract light or if you're actually looking at me jump around, trying to act happy enough without you. She told me to. Is it working?
And it seems I have nothing to fear, nothing to break this time. Sad, almost. I wanted to break her to pieces. I want to break you to pieces.
June 2, 2014 4:55pm
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