Veins twisted and tangled streaming their way through that sickening skin you scream to be your own. You claim to know, whispering to that age stained mirror behind her eyes about all the accidents, she can see. And floating in the air above the shattered glass sparkles, suspended as it shines to impress the crowd of masked monsters creeping in the dark, waiting to pounce and rip you both to fucking shreds. Creeping through the shadows of uncertainty and false hope their screeching almost unbearable now. Close your eyes and the love is real, close your eyes and feel and feel. Its there it explodes in your brain and the limits are pushed in one steady broken motion, testing you.
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