together in perfect dissymmetry

He is.

I'm happy. (Dedicated)
Heart slams into throat, speechless.
Feeling nothing but amazed by you and how ordinary you think you are.
I don’t care where we end up, but I never want to leave your side.
The only time he's really peaceful is when he sleeps and I honestly think all he needs is peace.

And I am.

Sick from the inside out. It hurts sometimes to breathe. Need to get these demons out of me and find the cure. In my mind I'm putting my hands down my throat and ripping out all my insides.



"There are some places the mind should not go; it gets steered there anyway."



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