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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.

i can feel the morose gaze of his desultory eyes splitting my heart into two. a cigarette in-between those peony-petal lips, it lights up the fire in my heart. i'm staring at his arms, a plethora of jagged scars ruefully looking back at me. it's mocking, it's morbid. he's a moiety of me. the ripples of pure pain place me in a never-ending labyrinth of sorrow. he's my cure, my passion, my sunshine on a rainy day.