"it is not enough that I am fed the horse pills each day. it is not enough that I am taking lessons in boredom. stella, i'm going. i'm going and it might be final."
but of course he had been rotting. why hadn't kurt known?
he looked over the inked lines twice before he saw himself. that mirrored reality, or what could have been.
he saw himself. he saw blond tones and blue paint in his eyes. he saw the thin wrists and pale ankles. he saw the flat voice and dimmed personality.
"if I bring myself to hate you, then I will do it. if I bring myself to love you, I will still do it."
kurt had not read such conflicted promises since his own, many years prior.
six was very different from sixteen.
"call me if you see butterflies in the air."
had it been that fast?
"they're my second chance."
no.
it had not.
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lake of fire , k. cobain
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