slowly, we have become everything we used to hate. we twist and manipulate our discomforts for happiness. it's everything we needed yet nothing that we wanted sure, we look happy now, but we despise our very existence. i miss your black eyes, that puddle on your chest. things were better then, when all we had was each other.
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