Today by: SadnessCausesHumor

Today by: SadnessCausesHumor

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☡DON'T READ THIS TILL THE END!! SPOILERS☡ . ☡WARNING: THIS TEXT HAS DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF HARM, SUICIDE, AND IS MENT FOR MATURE AUDIENCES!☡ . ☡VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED☡ . So basically what it is, is the person in the story gets heartbroken or depressed whatever you want to call it and pretty much goes crazy. In the poem / short story they break the glass and obviously the glass is shattered all over the floor. walking through tall grass and dancing on the reflection as in them really stepping on the glass but distracting themselvs with past memories. When they find the "cloth" it's actually them staring at their own blood but not wanting to accept the fact that their in pain. Going on talks about being happy and how when they were younger they didn't have thoughts going through their brain of what they're doing wrong and how they should do something, excetera. When they go into the house it talks about them going and seeing their reflection and grabbing their hair brush. It's kind of like a sign of "now I hate myself but when I was younger I couldn't care less." The hairbrush is actually a form of class. they see it as a hairbrush but In reality... they're kind of having their last thoughts and while their going into the bath they "want this moment to last forever" and basically at the end they killed themselves.
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It's moments like these that make me feel like my soul is entangled with his. It feels like all of the broken pieces of me turned out to be the missing pieces in his puzzle and not at all the worthless trash that I thought they were previously. Every jagged edge dripping with blood that killed the child in me has a home against one of his, which have slowly healed into each other. Huh. Maybe that's just it. Maybe our pasts were meant to be so painful and broken so that when we met, we'd fit each other so perfectly, so snuggly, so completely that nothing would ever be able to break us again. Maybe all of the pain and suffering and loneliness truly did have a purpose after all. Maybe all of it was so that I could become the kind of person that I needed when I was a kid. - - - She is the most selfless, giving, caring, compassionate, intelligent, fearless, ambitious, loyal, kind, stubborn, patient, hardworking, did I mention stubborn-as-hell, woman I have ever met. She treats the world with such kindness even though it has beaten her till she was bloody and bruised more times than you can count. No one in this world deserves happiness and peace more than she does. I just want to grab her demons by the fucking throat and hurt them as bad as they hurt her. I want to hurt Bohr and her dad and Caroline and every person that ever made her feel small or insignificant or made her hate herself. I just want to help her feel happy. She's drowning in front of me and I'm just trying to pull her out of the water.

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