Porcelain 2

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That warm feeling that used to radiate through every bone in my body when I looked upon your porcelain features was stolen from me like my heart from my chest, my air from my lungs. 

Suddenly I couldn't breathe, suddenly that feeling of warmth was replaced with disgust when I saw you. 

Your delicate skin on hers.

Cracking and breaking every promise you've ever made.

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