how i'd find myself smiling this moment
and eventually turn around to meet the mirror facing my pale skin again.
having to see myself on this glass mirror was so terrifying, that i'd find myself slowly build up the urge to throw it on the floor and make it shatter to piecesㅡ but what was painful was that it was only the mirror that was going to break, not my face.
lingering thoughts continued to block my mind and cause my ears to hear nothing else but that small voice that rang inside my head. i wanted to crack my skull open so that i could set the trapped voice free, but it was going to stay there for a while.
today i felt blood rush through my whole body and i was slowly heating up even more. it didn't feel like the original plan, i felt like going outside to meet the cold again but i knew i was going to get sick.
my vision spun round and round and round and round
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Historia Cortacome on, don't be afraid i love to see the waterfalls of hope that fall out of your eyes © dearyuqi
