Have you ever said something and meant it? And make it become so bloody real. Deeply, intensely, incredibly real. The sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour. In fact your incredible smile is nothing more than an absolutely wonderful wrapping paper. Rumples it…and it‘s all garbage. What’s left then? You, a bloody insecure and vulnerable piece of shit with no sweet mask to cover all your worthlessness. Twenty-four hours a day, I live with this aching possibility that you might… And afar all these, there’s no vanilla sky, baby; just a dark, very dark purple horizon of falling consequences.
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