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𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜

i asked the mirror if everything was alright

he was tired, broken, and uninspired.

despite this, he told me that he loved me.

and i told him that i loved him too.

when it came to you, did you understand?

these vestigial voices, they mean nothing to us now.

they say when we're older we'll understand.

growing up is hard, no one understands.

but i'll never stop loving you.


e.b. minor

p.s., what is a fleeting thought to a god? you'd be surprised at the answer.


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