destroy me.
burn me to the ground, drench me in kerosene and throw your match on the bonfire of my soul,
let my smoke drift up to the heavens and evaporate into the sunset
and maybe, finally, i can be beautiful.
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Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
