~Oh, what a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist. You were screaming 'til the police came. Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it. This is my imagination. If every little thing dies alone, what am I doing here?~
PIERCE THE VEIL- DISASTEROLOGY
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PoetryHarming isn't childish it isn't a phase it is real life And if someone doesn't realize that well, joke's on them because unless someone realizes that people do harm for a real reason it will just keep happening I want to be that person who realizes...