❝You're my
favorite kind of
pain. I will be coming
back again and again. I can't
erase you in my mind like a concentrated
amount of paint in a plain blank paper, it was stained.
I might wash away and dilute it, but the hues
that seeped through can never be
concealed. You're a beautiful
disaster, shower me
again with your
pigments.❟❟
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𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.⚘
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