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we are a mess of emotions.

we are a mess of emotions.

we are all scars and open wounds filled with all the lives we live and all the deaths we meet we are comprised of a million types of silence only broken by the rapid beating of softly shattered hearts we sink like stones in their sea of sound we swing on a pendulum...
Reason Within

Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers, unable to hold your gaze while you catalog every flaw and search for minute imperfections (I told you there are none to find) you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins, all the reasons you matter safely stored in a...