Uh, Here's My Aesthetic Ig.
From the moment we are born, we begin to die.
She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.
Behind this smile, behind this loving heart lies a black hole that expands the more you are near.
YOU ARE READING
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De TodoIdek what im doing lmao. ig this is just gonna be a place where I vent or shit. anygays, bye.