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my faith is the same in the end.
i write this through every last piece of happiness i have left somewhere in corners of my heart leaping through the hurt and pain to the nights a cried to the mornings i drowned. cashmere nails digging my skin being a material girl didn't make it real. that disappearance of my past like a stranger changing weathers with orange skies and lonely cycle rides. this is so confusing like my life but it's pretty devastating happiness in sliver lines it's art that will disturb you and i.
