We were never the same, you and I. We would call out expecting two completely separate results, somehow searching for them through each other. Nothing quite right about it; but mutual satisfaction so close to being developed, not quite pertaining to each whole, though each whole wasn’t yet formed. First individual then molded into one seeping thing, cells then separated, ending a brief bond. That guilt which still remains is composed of laughter still heard from passed over days. Inside each smile, bone tingling stare, touch, cry, scream, laugh, kiss is a pain which reverberates angering my walls with the temperament to kill and heal inside one at the same time, leaving a body broken but not quite dead. \never what we thought would end. good bye good bye, a million times over.
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Bleach is by far the best.
(Source: vodkaandvogue, via bitchinbro-deactivated20120725)
