everything looks beautiful if you don't look to deeply.
clean cut and bright, he talks about God in certain circles and lays his alleged faith down on Friday night without remorse. she leaves public announcements of love for him, but sheds her skin every Saturday.
choking on cynicsm, i smile, the light in my eyes reflecting a wrathful fire inside.
i'm staring hard into the solar eclipse hoping it will tell me what happened to my heart.
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