My voice was buried for you
Above the winter lake where I’m left alone, there’s a thick sheet of ice
We had a fight today.
I didn’t mean to mention their name, but it slips out when I recall a faint memory. Now angry bruises litter my skin and face. As I am forced to look in the mirror, I see something different about myself.
My eyes were sunken and lack any traces of emotion. I slowly trace my bleeding lip. They made me look hideous.
But I still love them. It’s my fault for not thinking before I spoke. This is simply punishment for my arrogance.
Besides,
If it’s for you, I can act like I’m happy even when I’m sad.
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singularity || k.th
Historia CortaA lone figure stands in the dark. Dim light streaming through a broken window reveals bruises littering their pale skin, lips chapped and blue. A raspy voice calls out to me. "Help me..."
