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― was perfection supposed to be like this?
all the good comments he had gained
just felt like shame.



― the boy bit his lip and slammed his
fist down onto the wooden table,
forcing the tears to get inside, but all that amount
of pressure had been a coping mechanism
for too long. so he gave in, and fell
down into his sheets.




― the plethora of shame.
the feeling of hearing all the words his
"role model" shouted into his face, he felt exposed
to every depth of his flesh.




― "fuck... am i THAT ugly?"



― he was too scared to turn into the mirror.



― the sight of his freckles... the
young man wanted to rip them off.
the constellations he had always
adored weren't that beautiful anymore
to him.




― beauty is pain. he wished perfection
was never there.




― now, everyday was a nightmare.
he didn't have enough motivation
to wake up and leave his bed, knowing
the people he met everyday never
adored him.



― but he didn't even adore him?
so who was the one to blame?


― felix felt his soul wither and break down
like glass, the shreds cutting off his heart.




― jaegeun was now a shadow he could not escape.

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